So Mejja and Madtraxx came?

So Mejja and Madtraxx came?

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ejja is around and everybody is getting down with Madtraxx- well not exactly that way but at least the freshers are.

BY MUSYOKA NGUI

Last Friday witnessed freshers get welcomed in Chuka University in style. It was a night of cheers and tears. Here’s why.

I was in my room minding my own business as it were until at 2348 hours a scary looking stranger knocked my door. She was wearing tooth jobs and had piercings all over her body. Guess what she asked for? A match box. She was holding a roll on one hand while on the other she shook the box and asked: Nirudishe ama niende nayo? I mumbled enda nayo. Mejja is around and everybody is getting down with Madtraxx- well not exactly that way but at least the freshers are. The party was officially on.

That night was different in many ways. It was the night the greenhorns got initiated into university life. For some it was the first day of escaping from the watchful eyes of their parents and former high school teachers. The specimen had slipped over the microscope slide.  The experiment began. Boy, mistakes and learning are sisters.

One fresher narrated to me how he gyrated with a third year from midnight to 3am. Initially the third year had misgivings like everybody else meeting a new person. She was proved beyond reasonable doubts that the fresher was not exactly fresh in matters such as those.

The guys came with money to burn. They drank spirits and beer as they whiled away the night. Bottles were smashed. After one too many, a fight ensued. Fists flied thick and fast. Kicks and blows. Blood, sweat and tears. One had the courage to play the broker of truce.  He found himself in the crosshairs. The last I saw of him was lying on the gravel writhing in intense pain.

The night was cold. My Accuweather App told me its 13 degrees Celsius with a real feel of 10. That notwithstanding, Eves strutted with skimpy dresses that left little to the proverbial imagination.

In the morning I carried out a post-mortem. Used condoms and P2s. Apparently, this is what they ‘intended’ when they said C Word. Unsafe sex is real. One night stands tall. The rate of care free attitude is alarming. 

After swinging the hips the reality of diseases dawns. It’s either zipping up or sheathing up. Behaviour change is not a bona fide comrade here.

The writer is a Final  Year student of Bachelors of Arts Degree in Communication and Media at Chuka University and a Blogger at musyokangui.blogspot.com

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