Bottomline: every Friday night miracles do happen. One is either walking bare foot singing those Sunday school praise and worship songs or alcohol is dancing inside a slay queen who in turns showcases her dancing prowess along road.
The proud tradition, that before joining university one is fueled by unrealistic expectations from scholastic parents and “wenyeji” the old folks in campus. They will talk of it as an earthly hell, where people funnel beer, stage wild party raids, hitting bongs, fornicating and doing all kinds of evil. I have come to realize it’s a two way struggle; balance between academics and antics. Comrades will say “PARTY HARD AND STUDY HARD” it’s the only ticket to board the university train, actually that’s the way it’s supposed to be. A self fulfilling prophecy; the academics crew one side and drunks alongside jokers on the other side. Perhaps everyone else is in a challenging career oriented program, the problem is how do we let off steam at the end of the day?
Weekday atmosphere is cool, cool for the campus bar struggling to stay alive, the average undergraduate is busy worrying about his or her future to go for parties, no time for flamboyant times, most students are close with books, updating with lecture notes as Margaret Thatcher library experiences a beehive of activities. Walking along the highway you aren’t able to differentiate between a lecturer and a student, reason, big minds at work. The incredible type of focus I witness during the week is much, a place where two or more people are gathered the agenda is course work,. Yet you wonder when university students began to take themselves seriously. However, who said university students are failing fun?
The depths of hell are seen when weekend mood kicks in taking control. Everybody just wants to have fun. The university deserted like a Sunday school picnic. It’s in Moi university where party people match to F2 club in various FORMations; the famous club located at the main stage area. Drinks of all brands and prices flow from the counter to the dance floor led by the ‘famous’ Bluemoon followed by the legendary legend with plenty of stuff to sniff or shoot up in plenty , ”F2 is normally full on a Saturday, with comrades drugged hippie, the brain is hit with the force of lightning bolt ” says Omush amidst laughter. Occasionally one is carried to the hostels by the groups of fellow drunkards at weird hours of the night and wee hours of the night .Probably because he or she can’t walk. Such are first timers who just want to get a dose of F2 but instead they come face to face with the devil, changed into monsters, capable of the most horrifying acts of Violence ,or they might be left in a dark well of imaginations . Its called tasting the feeling.
The muddy road leading to F2 is normally has something cooking, every Friday night miracles do happen. One is either walking bare foot singing those Sunday school praise and worship songs or alcohol is dancing inside a slay queen who in turns showcases her dancing prowess along road. People hurling unprintable abuses at each other as common fights often erupt probably involving a beautiful lady who is about to be sliced off a loaded boyfriend.
Another world is heavenly, the captivating waterfall site on such days is full to capacity with campus couples practicing their to be honeymoon. People joke that if you go there “solo” chances of you falling for the waters are high .Boat riding at Kesses dam also is fun,but like I said these are lovers arena, however groups of friends also get a chance to let off steam,attending Friday night concerts normally mark the start of weekend.
Nevertheless a man once said “A man who has never gone to school may steal from a freight car but if he has a university education he may still the whole rail road” party hard study hard, that’s the way to go the university life.