After a night of watching enough Bleach
episodes and Transformers 5 . . . I know it’s unbelievable but
yeah it was the time I was watching the movie. It has been long
overdue. Anyway I slept late having in mind that the next day would
be a running day. Morning run, the session most people would love to
get scrapped off the system. So morning came and I reluctantly got
out of bed and headed to the assembly area. The normal protocol was
done with and we were ready to start our run. On this particular day,
unlike, other days, we were divided into groups since they wanted to
identify the individuals who sing or solo dirty lyrics while running.
It’s tradition to sing while jogging to make it fun and easier.
Usually these songs are meant to make the moods lighter and give
psych and morale to those who are running. But since we joined the
college, the administration which is part of the runners complained
of a breed of dirty and “disrespectful” songs being sung while
running.
Dividing the college in groups would
help them identify where the songs came from. At least that’s what
one of them thought. But it did not work. All kinds of songs were
sung. The group I was in particularly sung some very embarrassing
songs. It was just crazy!!! All dialects. Luhya, Kamba, Luo, Kikuyu,
Somali and Kalenjin were among the languages with some of the most
Hilarious and offensive songs you could ever sing while running. It
was fun. Marrrd fun!!! Now add to it the environment. It makes it so
fantastic you wanna run forever. We usually run around the large
apron and along a section of the runway. At this time again it’s
the time that most airlines are taking off and landing. It’s just
fantastic. After the run I rushed to my room and took a shower after
the formalities of showering and prepping for a cleaner body, I went
and had a heavy breakfast as I listened to my favorite breakfast
shows.
For once I went to class early, and
it’s not because I was ready to read or what, I was a bit tired,
being the end of the week for one and having ran a longer distance
than usual. I took up to reading the book I had been for the past few
days. The Impossible is possible. It’s been two weeks now in class
but I had not started classes. I was attending yes but my mind and
concentration was affixed on other things for reasons I know too well
and I respect. I tried concentrating yes to the best of my ability.
Most of my time was spent filling puzzles, reading the newspaper
online, Tweeting or reading a book outside the context of the class
in progress. The first session went on well. My “Flight hour”
came and I couldn’t help it. I tried my best though. I was soon in
deep slumber.
Flight Hour refers to that time of the
day approximately between 10.45am and 12.45pm when I fall into a deep
sleep. Yes. A sleeping disorder, kind of symptom. The other part of
it is that I cannot sleep for more than 8 hours at night. It has to
be subdivided into bits whereby long sessions of insomnia creep in
and ruin my slumber. It was a thing since I cant remember when and I
think I ignited it by encouraging myself, by giving myself options
after my sleep took an off. At night on losing sleep I usually grab
the nearest book or just get online and I start reading online
articles or I write some or most of what is on my mind for personal
use or for blogging purposes.
On this particular flight, when the
Math tutor and the rest of the focused students were busy with
Algebra, I happened to take off, uninterrupted. But not for long
before the tutor came and interrupted my session. As usual they would
peruse and try find out where they left you. But he couldn’t really
figure out since the book I had was just a rough book that had a
totally different unit for a totally different program. Oh, “Why
are you sleeping?” “Where is your book?” “Why this, that…”
In the end he told me to go say what I had done to the department
head. It felt stupid again I gave the worst excuse ever. I mean for
an adult, wa!!! “I have a headache…” “Wacha!” I left the
class room embarrassed and went to the HOD. Told him what I came for
in his office and omitted the sleeping part. He dismissed me and
promised him I will be ready on Monday. I went back to class and
acted all hyper again. Concentrated until an rally car passed
outside. Full in my view of its green magnificence and an orgasmic
revv of the avgas fuelled turbo engine. The turbo itself made me
forget I was in class and got me into another world. Couldn’t wait
to own “mine”. It was kinda doing a test run along the bypass
where my sitting position has a perfect view. Passed through twice.
The tutor left the classroom and we broke for lunch. I carried my
heavy head to my room and reluctantly wiped my shoes, since being a
Friday, I couldn’t wait to get home in the evening for the weekend.
Lunch came through and unlike I had
planned, I did not go for a second filling since the first was well
served. Returned to my room and ironed the tee shirt I had lined up
for my short trip home. The afternoon session was uneventful. The
math tutor gave an assignment via the class rep which I did not even
attempt, since I did not have the material. Totally lazy of a
student. Since there was no tutor in class I left early, which is
not allowed and went changed. I took my bag put my laptop and left
the area, careful not to bump into one of the staff members.
I was broke and couldn’t wait for the
weekend to go out there and try earning something extra. It’s the
reason I so love the city as compared to the interior towns I have
been to before, whereby if you are broke, you are broke. Here you can
turn a 100/- something that can support your life for an entire week.
Again I couldn’t wait to get home. I had missed the place. The
conditions that I currently stay in are not as conducive as I would
want them to be. It was not such an eventful journey, I got home
safely and took a shower, some basic washing and sat down to scheme
on how some money would be made during the weekend and deciding on
whether I would be meeting anybody during that weekend. Some ideas
came through and I jotted them down as they flowed.
My to do list was full of unfinished
jobs and I started working on them. Top on the list was photo
production of a wedding we had shot. It was a hectic job that got me
sleeping late in the night for I had to select 300 of the best out of
a group of over 700photos. You can imagine the stress… 2am did it
for that day. Tomorrow would see me running up and down the city.
Forecasting a hectic day.
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