You may mistake me for having been drowned into the ocean of politics but not really! Who ever imagined a first years being called by either 2nd, 3rd, 4th or finalist as comrades this was a big tale. They used diminishing titles like fresha which seemed a bit kind in that we were fresh in the mind and in this institution of difference may be if there was any other meaning behind it God forbid. When politics started (these fellows) the fresha came to realize that there were also “comrades” everywhere not leaving washrooms if you happen to meet a continuing student, your will feel high in the spirit despite frustrations, breakups because there will be somebody to make you feel important.
Whoever imagined any continuing student could be seen in Hostel D or C if not J or K where they could use their superiority complex to win the fresha’s heart here fresh too in what is called love. Thanks to politics, every hostel seems important as it is paid visits even late in the night. What a spirit and virtue of brotherhood brought by politic!. In a single day, I ‘was lucky’ to host at least twenty visitors, fellow comrades as they refer to each other now (all just in the name of campaigning for Mr. or Ms X.).
During my first month of stay, I came to realize everybody was busy, busy even to give you a greeting along t he pavement. To my astonishment, greetings have been the order of the day. I used to take five minutes from hostel D student centre of which by the coming of politics, takes at least twenty. Not that I have reduced pace but the number of greetings along the way which some aspirants tend to stop me so as to give me their manifestos. Even twenty metres away, I can’t miss a wave. Oh! What a wonderful thing to become such a utility during campus politics.
Generosity is what I was told by one of the closest comrade in third year that I should not apply. He told me that everybody received HELB so everyone was expected to spend for himself/herself. Just recently I thought I was in another world; seemed to be generous. As I was surprised to be stopped by a comrade:
‘Hi bro’, he directed at me
‘Hi’ I replied
‘Where are you to?’ He asked
‘To market I’ responded
‘Oh to buy lunch?’ He asked
‘Yes!’ (before even uttering a second word) ‘Have this finje (KShs. 50) for lunch.’
What a generosity? Remember this time of the semester when people are broke! Just yesterday on my way to the Students’ Centre a fellow comrade stopped me:
Poa poa I responded
Unaenda kucheki ball studie
And before a turn to resume my journey he held me by hand directed me to G-Common Room where they had placed a projector as a strategy of campaigning for the post of entertainment. Whoever such memory reared in his/her mind!
Politics have made life take a different direction in campus. My pleasure to feel the “power of comrade” but for how long will we enjoy this? This is the big question whenever I see these virtues practiced.
The writer is 1st Year, LMC – School of Arts & Social Sciences