“you are busy playing husband to a man who won’t probably remember your name after the semester performing wifely roles on a girlfriend tender ,from cooking, laundry to uncensored bedroom gymnastics in a dingy hostel room inconveniencing his roommates”
You hardly attend any, even with loads of threats of being thrown out of the group by the group leader. Last minute; with no clue of what the assignment is about you rush through nook and cranny to sign against your name when handing over the assignment to the lecturer. An art you have mastered and perfected.
Visualize this; spy cameras strategically mounted across campus. Unaware, we continue with our everyday hustle and bustle. How much will the cameras see? Your guess is as good as mine the cameras will need an unlimited storage.
Back at our villages, we draw enormous awe and envy in equal measure; we made it to campus. Maybe you are the first one ever to make it to an institution of higher learning hence you are treated as the 8th wonder of the world considering the special treatment you receive. The young and the old see an exceptionally rare creature in you. Their hopes for a better future is confided in you. With your zero political ambitions, they see a MCA. In your lack of direction, your parents see answered prayers.
Since you set foot in an institution of higher learning, there is no single semester that has ended successfully without you missing a couple of lectures advertently. Often you have no responsibility to warrant skipping class. You may have just decided to watch some movie, series or play some video game, or not doing anything at all. Looking away from your doing of the right thing at the wrong time, you smile to your mantra ‘Comrades must enjoy’. Not forgrtting how your parents pulled many strings for you to have that laptop which now has more series and movies than e-journals and term papers.
When it comes to ‘co-curricular’ activities such as partying you are the master. In fact, this is your field of specialization. Courtesy of your honed skills, your name is engraved on the walls of a range of campus joints where you are idolized. You are acquainted with your ‘colleagues’ there more than your course mates and lecturers. Your weekend kicks off before Friday, picks pace, before skidding down on the wee hours of a Monday. Three days a week you clock two hundred and fifty nine thousand, two hundred seconds of merry-making. A hero, missed in the academic corridors and highways when needed.
Two hours past midnight, intoxicated, you announce your presence across the academic highway as you try to find your way to the halls of residence where corridors are awakened by your presence staggering to your room.
Driven by your egocentric nature, you irritably wake up your roommate to open the door for you. Along the way he got fed up with your threats to bring the door down if they don’t open and can’t wait for it to actualize. The flickering strength they have left from the misery you have made their life is solely dedicated to completing studies.
Back at home, no words can explain how much Mum/Dad went through to raise your fees. Deep in debt, they have gone through hell to make you, their highly valuable asset as comfortable as possible. Incessant ‘Sleep over’ and night outs have earmarked your days in college. Does your bed even recall the last time you slept there consecutively for a week? In your 14 week semester stay you are busy playing husband to a man who won’t probably remember your name after the semester performing wifely roles on a girlfriend tender ,from cooking, laundry to uncensored bedroom gymnastics in a dingy hostel room inconveniencing his roommates.
Group discussions to you are a just a tale. You hardly attend any, even with loads of threats of being thrown out of the group by the group leader. Last minute; with no clue of what the assignment is about you rush through nook and cranny to sign against your name when handing over the assignment to the lecturer. An art you have mastered and perfected.
Political campus campaigns stimulate your liveliness. You have gone an extra mile to form a group with your friends and dubbed it ‘goons for hire.’ You make noise at the top of your voice, for that particular candidate, distracting serious fellows going on with their studies in the library and lecture halls. At night under the cover of darkness, hullabaloos and ululations fill the air. You sing and dance to the pint of liquor courtesy of your favorite aspirant.
With all these drama up your sleeves; will you manage to handle the sight of a broken dream, lost hope and shattered pride painted on your parent’s face when they sit to watch the tapes on the spy camera?