What Next?

Hello my good people!  It's been a minute. (I hate that term, why can't people just say it has been long)  Well if you were among my loyal readers then you should remember in the post Story of My Life I told you guys to check in after I finish campo to know what's happening in my life after campus.  Here it is then,  sit back rest your legs and enjoy.

Damn!  It has been so long since I wrote,  and just getting to write this piece I wasnt  sure that I still had it in me. I had to read other people's works before I could hit the reset button and write again. I guess this is what writers call -the writers block.

So where to start 🤔  . . . so much has happened. I hope I have grown as a writer too,  but you be the judge. The last time I wrote was in 2016. That was my second year in campus so I'll take you guys through a quick summary of what has happened since then.

Second Year. Reminiscing on the events that took place around these times,  gives me a cheeky smile. It was at these times that campus life was unfolding and my blood was boiling, not literally, kind-of the same way someone is in Form two and is very brash acting like they know everything. Every Friday was a Furahiday if you know what I mean.  Me and my squad (apparently I had a squad) never planned for it or saved money for it, but when Friday came, money was there and we were partying.  We would go to Back-street pubs, gulp down jugs of keg and stagger our way back to sleep it off.
At second year it was like I was in a limbo, a transit. A place of no rules,  you either do it or you'll never have the time nor space to do it again.

I loved it. It made me feel alive. It gave me new notions about life and burried some (like drinking is a bad habit), It grew me a beard (or something like it) but all were life lessons. The place I lived in is another story. Miles away from school,  people used to joke that I was living in diaspora. We used to fetch water from the river, yeah that's right, river. At time we'd get lucky and it rained and we would fill our yellow 20litre jerican and pink bucket with water. Its funny how every student living outside the school never missed this yellow jerican,  it was like a necessity, and it just had to be yellow . This distance however never stopped me from attending Furahiday activities, i hardly missed any one of them.
My hostel had another problem. Rain was a blessing but also a disaster. The door to our house was a little bit high so it left some space where rain-water could find its ways inside our tiny house.  We had to be keen and tuck rags to hold it outside.
I dont want to mention the fact that not one but two of our neighbors found snakes in their houses. I dont want to scare you guys off. In  a nutshell,  my living conditions at second year were not very conducive.

Now lets move a step forward to my third year. Saying step just reminded me of those primary school math text books that had a kid climbing stairs. It really did make me feel like I was progressing. Every new year we had to change a class and it made me feel like I was gradually elevating in my primary education. Even as a child it was baffling to me when we would use the same class twice (like you're in class two then the next year is class three but you retain the room) or one when a single teacher taught you all the subjects, it felt like I was stuck. But that's what you get in a public school.
I have to admit my third year was a mature venture. Less Furahidays out more focus on what I want to achieve and actually getting ready for the fact that I was only left with a year in campo. Things were better I even moved from the suburb-hostels to some hostels called Rome in the area's CBD. I was close to the school and also to most of my friends. At a point I made some good money making a magazine for the University.
Since the place was nicer and closer I also scored girls. Yes I didn't invite girls to my old place,  I mean who would agree to such a hike.

This piece is turning out to be longer than I intended and I haven't even reached the main point that links with the tittle,  Ha-ha. Let me skip to fourth year.

The first semester, I stayed in Rome and it was okay. The lecturers strike came and messed up our second semester so we had to go for attachment before we could come back to study.  Life at during my attachment was tough, I rejoiced the day my supervisor signed the last page in my log-book. That guy was a pain in the a*s. Always dismissing the works that I spent so much time writing, killing the little confidence that I had in writing. But I don't blame him really. I hate gossip and that was the segment I was assigned to be writing for. I had to follow the likes of Otile Brown and Vera Sidika not to forget the self proclaimed President of Single mothers - Akothee
On a normal day I would wake up at 7am take a quick shower then start the long boring walk to work. I don't know how I would have survived without my one sided earphones. Just before I got to work I had to take my daily dose of 4 mandazis from a kibanda some distance before the office so that I could get time to chew them down.
At the office I had to write entertainment stories (I hated it)  then take part in producing the show which was interesting. The staff were pretty nice apart from my supervisor and sadly there was no stipend.

Done with attachement I was eager to go back to school and complete my studies. I moved from Rome to Villa (and like the name suggests it was an upgrade. I finally had tiles on the floor and an inside bathroom doubled with a toilet)
Fourth Year had alot of serious stuff. I had projects and a group actvities from time to time. The fire that was burning inside me at second year had gone out. Fridays found me watching a movie on my laptop or just taking a long nap. There was this period I used to sleep alot that it scared me and I had to stop😂. 

Without a doubt I have concluded my studies in campus,  hopefully to graduate in December. (fingers crossed) Everyone is now asking me; What Next?  which I don't have any clear answer to. Y'all give me a break 😂😂...I will tell you when I figure something out or you'll see for yourself.
The going is getting tougher. But I am a tough person so I know I'll get through it.

I'll end it there, but be sure you'll see more posts from now on.
PS: Don't mind errors, if there are any. 😜