This is a recap of a past week. Individual days had their
own lot of drama but I don’t have that much time to recap the whole of it.
Actually I have just put it off until I don’t find it interesting anymore.
Monday had enough of its annoying drama in the ICT class where some fellows are
still in the dark about the most basic of knowledge in ICT. Everything is just
marvel! I was surprised to get somebody who could exchange my solitaire bearing
machine with his networked machine. I just couldn’t understand how someone
would exchange a machine connected to the internet with one that had nothing of
the kind… How now???
Nothing much was in the news for Tuesday apart from some
rather weird suggestion that we organize ourselves to occupy our hostels in
reference to our classes. Did that come out right? Guess so. Yeah; so if its, Electrical
Engineering, they occupy the first rooms, then Telecommunication class, then
the Mechanical Engineers, then the Marine Engineers… etc. It sounded so
colonial!!! These subdivisions are the same ones when we get to another level come
to the likes of tribalism and nepotism. Means that somewhere in the future, the
Electrical Engineers and the Mechanical Engineers will have nothing in common
apart from being alumni of the same college??? Nonsense! I skipped all the
breaks since I had a lot of pending notes to be copied, I mentioned somewhere
that somehow this wasn’t the class that I had expected and I was ready to
expend my will on. But somewhere along the way I got inspired by those I trust
most in terms of the pursuit of my dreams, and I decided to concentrate &
study. I left class an hour earlier.
Wednesday is usually a half day. Academically that is, for
in the afternoon we have sports. Sports Wednesday. I love running and when you
have something to look up to at the middle of the week, then life becomes simpler.
Especially in a colonial College like this one. I know by now, you be asking
where is this guy really studying at. It doesn’t matter. I am in College. Just
like before, this is one of the few colleges I have attended and am yet to do
more. So after a “two paper meal”, I changed into my running gear and waited
while I was working on an article. At 2 pm my friends and I rushed to the area
where everybody meets for the usual afternoon run. As usual we have the
accountability thing, where they check who is present and who is not. We were
then divided into two groups. As usual I go loud therefore I maneuvered and
found myself at the middle of the screamers. This is where the fun is… songs of
all kinds are sung here. The crazy ones sang loudest and as usual if there is
anything weird going on and has not been rectified by the administration even
after observation of protocol, verbal hooliganism takes effect and we go ahead
to mention but cautiously our grievances to the administration which is always
part of the runners. The songs are the
dirtiest and most obscene songs you will ever hear in an institution or
anywhere in the world. On a soft day we do 10 Kms then do some aerobics, some
warm down exercises and then from there the interested pick on individual
interests, Football, Basketball, Rugby, Tennis, Martial Arts etc. My interests - sports wise are
not facilitated at this particular institution. So I usually get back to my
room take a shower, and then either read, write, watch a movie or get into the
world for an extra penny.
After everybody had had enough of the day we went home and
had soup, commonly know as “Surwah” common household name for the soup that is
mainly prepared by butcheries from a number of over boiled goat heads and some
fatty pieces of meat and crushed bone & bone marrow definitely, then “beaten”
in a 5 liter water container. The result is tasty milky - white hot drink. To
your preference it can be flavored. I have met 3 flavors so far, Pepper, Plain
(Salt), & herbal – this is awfully bitter; for in it is some very bitter outlandish
roots from I don’t know where. It has
got health added health benefits too. Unlike with other brands, I never came
across a differently priced surwah joint because of the flavors. In this part
of Eastland’s it’s found almost after every 100 meters or so. Its common and
comes together with its cousins Mutura, Brains – Akili, roasted liver, matumbo,
samosas… etc. soup is an automatic favorite. On a Wednesday it goes straight to
the system & there is an instant rejuvenation and a feeling of relaxation
and well being. Like taking glucose, only this time that it’s sustained and
stays for a long time. I can guess what some are thinking? Well, I never had
diarrhea, I’ve consumed worse. Protein oriented supper and after a movie
watched late into the night I retired for another night.
Thursdays are worship days in this institution. We all go to
our different denominations and have time with our creator. This is quite a
great arrangement since the current generation has overrated the resting on the
Sabbath day thing. I am also under that roof. City churches have become
something else. And sometimes I wonder what be came of religion. With the
introduction of automated worship, Auto~
offertory collection and management, auto~ miracle, auto~ prayer & other “systems” the thought of church
gets freakier day by day. That’s outside the point. I go to church on Thursday.
I know it sounds crazy, but yeah. Holy mass – fully loaded is on Thursday, and
on Sunday, I do the “remote” worship at the comfort of my sitting room. That is
when I am in the city. Back at the shags conventional Church is a must.
So after the hour long mass, we got back to class and
several lecturers were not so interested teaching. I was also not so interested
in staying in a class with no lecturer. “My jingle has always been “If you (read
me) have nothing to do, don’t do it here” I walked out. Destination
library, or to my room to write “these
things”… the rest of the day was just as empty. The evening class was left
particularly early – lecturer also absent. I wrote a few pages of the notes I
was yet to finish writing, then left quietly and headed to my room to change. I
had an appointment at 6pm at the Rubble Radii with a prospective partner of
mine – or rather I was his or to be his prospective partner – Nairobi is a
tricky city. I had to deliver some things as well. I was lucky enough to get light
traffic on the roads to the city center. The tough job started and then I
settled to a drink with the new guy. We had a long and comprehensive talk in
regards to investments within the city that were within our level and the higher
but attainable levels as well. It was nice. Most of the times I get into these
discussions with people outside my field so as to get further enlightened and
break the monotony of the confines of my career & my age. It also stretches
my mind to new horizons and keeps the Nuclear Reactor of my motivation going.
After an hour and a half we parted ways and headed to my place. Watched a
movie, read a bit and got my forty winks.
The end of the week is usually the best day – Universal
Truth. Some times back I used to anticipate the weekend because of issues like
raving over the weekend, sleeping the weekend off, meeting friends, being away
from the confines of the career environment, and all those other things.
Resting included. Things changed when life gets got to the point it is at. Tight
program full time. Like studying during the week and working the weekends or
rather most of them. The sacrifices we make for the things we wanna achieve. I
keep praying it works out.
I so look forward to Fridays basically because there is a
run in the morning. This is where I get to scream off the last half of the week
and psych myself up for the oncoming weekend. Sometimes the weekend seems
longer than the week to me since it’s the time we squeeze the extra penny
search sessions. Anyway, back to running
and screaming and singing the same explicit songs that take me to another
world. I feel so relaxed. Relaxing in my own aspect. That is on top of all
those health benefits you read and hear… I get to relax and unwind. Scream my
frustrations and set my new resolutions as well, evaluate my progress, somehow
insult & curse those who pull me down and bless those who push, me up. I
should tell you about my running milieu… it just takes you away. I shouldn’t
mention the distance, you already have a rough idea. After the run, I get back
to my room, take a shower and set myself some basic but heavy breakfast. I get
to class and the rest of the day flows. I wouldn’t be working – officially that
is, this weekend so its an anticipated one. Classes end at 3.30pm… How nice…
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