
Halo my fairest economist I hope y’all are dope meanwhile making steady progress with your project. Now it’s back to campus, but hey don’t do this!
The holidays and are over and so is the strike which means it’s time to go back to your books.
As you prepare for the belated second semester this March you will be alive to the fact that a fresh batch of freshers are only months way, which also means that you are aging. Meanwhile, here is a guide on how to stay alive.
So first things first, to my very dear male colleagues sex isn’t bad, but please don’t forget to sheath it. JUST DON’T!! In fact, some researchers say it’s medicinal. They say it reduces depression and makes one feel better.
However, if the prevalence of unplanned babies and shameless STI’s is something to go by, sex could be a disease. Therefore, next time you exile your roommates to have a romp in the hay with that second year lass you stumbled into and liked, make sure you put on a bloody condom. Mark you HIV is still roaming like those lions on Lang’ata road. Believe you me, that sheath can save you from pampers, chakula ya mtoto-calls and that baby mama who behaves like she owns you and your underwear.
Team sponsors! Go easy lassie. The good things in life, like a posh apartment, take time. Those women who are grabbing male MPs by their scrotum in the August House worked their ass off (no pun intended) literally. They attract sanitized attention, drive arrogant cars, and upload photos of vacations on Instagram paid for by their own money. I doubt they had a sponsor. And so, keep your knees together. Do what the pastor said. Be chaste. The cookies a sponsor gives you as he crunches on your cookie will be dearly paid for.
Halafu, there is this too pretty to be loyal mentality: Men and women alike right from those days of Mau Mau, have always cheated, no it’s actually from the days of Noah and Abraham, more than 4000BC, true…? Now get this from me dear peeps, you can only be as hot as you imagine and you cannot be creamiest beefcake we’ve ever seen, NEVER!!! In any case, the beautiful ones are yet to be born. For that reason stick to your gent or lady as far as sexual life is concern, for he\she might just be the best for you. Listen, polyamory is adversely grievous plus for believers, the holy book forbids it in the 7th commandment-Thou shalt not commit adultery.
This notwithstanding, if it may appear like a petty issue, it’s not bad. After all, it’s just sex and pleasure per se. But you better be warned, if your boyfriend smokes weed, drinks like a fish and plays FIFA all daylong, it’s your neck he’ll be twisting when he finds out he is sharing you with that wannabe short dancer whose trousers torn at the knee need a tailors attention. Such campo storos where a boy killed his girlfriend or the fellow his girl left him for are not new in UoK. Well, the secret is in not getting caught when you decide to be unfaithful.
True, your girlfriend is like your wife but if she says its over then it’s over man, yaani imeisha. Ouuccchhh it hurts, really it does, you may consider drowning your sorrows in a jug of senator keg, listen to Bado by Harmonise and Diamond Platnumz then pour some little litter social media with your loneliness. Its normal and absolutely alright for men to do that sort of thing. Calmly, find an immediate replacement, strutting in lecture halls, applying cheap make up and looking for love. Trust me they’re readily available in hordes, always!
Again there is this issue gents-Drunk driving: When you hire that premio or subaru, pile fellow comrades in it then select a Demakufu mix as you hammer bottles after bottles of booze on your way to Nakuru or Naivasha for a turn up, thank heavens if those cops at Brook arrest you . Because there on the road, death would have arrested you. Death has no bail. No second chance kabsaa. Please buckle up, watch the speed and stay sober. We donwanna loose you yet, for there’ll always be alcohol, haikimbii.
And finally dude, if you and the lec are eying the same babe, kindly drop out of the race. Ask the fellows who didn’t graduate last December. Missing marks are a pain in the ass!
Students from various schools following a debate training session at Irene School, Maralal.