Exams In Campus? What for

I sat down in a lecture hall. Dr. Tallam was teaching (I bet you all know him). Comparative Media system being the unit, then the topic is about the three models developed by Hallin and Mancini, I really struggled to understand. Not until we started learning about the simplified dimensional frameworks you can use to understand the media system of a country, a fair topic that was.

Then I kept asking myself, why do we do exams? Why do we necessarily do exams? Since it's something I can't question any one, I opted for google~the biggest search engine for that matter. Then here goes the answers, "to provide a controlled environment for independent work and so are often used to verify student's learning,"  then another one, "Exams are an essential tool that helps students to self-assess their academic abilities...." none of them made sense either.

I personally feel like exams can't fully help lecturers assess if students really understood what they were taught in class. Because come to think of this, How many students start hustling for notes and pdfs during exams to just cram? Countless! and mind you, they remember nothing once the exam is over. Again, how many times have students been caught cheating in exams? So many times. And you still say that exams are for assessment? A sweet lie.

Take it for example how the exams are set. In a unit like this of "Comparative media systems" maybe the questions will be like "describe the media system.in Ethiopia" or "Explain the advantages of surveillance and remote sensing" compulsory questions now. Then here I am, Jacinta. I'm tryna fumble with my two points and maybe I'll explain them wrongly, or I'll lack examples to help me argue out my points.

Then the end of semester comes, results are out. If not a D, then I'm having a supplementary. The lecturer won't give a damn about it, I know I'll be seen as stupid. But is this really fair? How will I explain to everybody that I don't know the media system in Ethiopia, but I can say something about Kenya and Tanzania? To whom will I explain that I was kinda disturbed on that day we were being taught of Surveillance, but I understood all about media and globalization? 

I hate how our stupidity is judged by our inability to give 5 points in a question that a lecturer decided just to come up with. Can't we be told to just put down all that we understood in that unit? So someone who got the opportunity to ask Chatgpt and copy pasted is more wiser than me? funny! What if that one question was someone's strength and another person's weakness? After all, people level differently in specific types of intelligence. Lecturers are yet to come up with a better method of assessment, exams can't help. Trust  you me.

Honestly, I might perform average in exams, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to use Adobe audition 1.5 for audio editting, I can design using Canva, but did you give me an opportunity to just let you know that I'm capable? It's okay you taught and came up with questions. I answer, I score below average (according to you). Is it me who's wrong or we just had different opinions? Exams ain't been fair. After all we are in campus, we are grown ups. If there's no better way for us to express what we understood, then it's better we be asked to swear that we understood then proceed, even if the process will include lifting the holy book, we will.

You know when I was 19, I came across a rant by Tupac while at 17 discussing the holes that are yet to be filled in the public education system.

In all the words by Tupac Shakur (who earned his stellar reputation as a rap genius) Still had something to say about education.

He says, “School is really important: Reading, writing, arithmetic. But what they tend to do is teach you reading, writing, arithmetic… then teach you reading, writing, arithmetic again. Then again, then again, just making it harder and harder just to keep you busy. And that’s where I think they messed up. There should be a class on drugs. There should be a class on sex education. No, REAL sex education class, not just pictures and illogical terms…There should be a class on scams, there should be a class on religious cults, there should be a class on police brutality, there should be a class on apartheid, there should be a class on racism in America, there should be a class on why people are hungry, but there not, their class is on…gym….Their class is like Algebra. we have yet to go a store and said, “Can I have X Y + 2 and give me my Y change back, thank you.” You know?…Like foreign languages. 

I think that they are important, but I don’t think it should be required. Actually, they should be teaching you English, and then teach you how to understand double talk, politician’s double talk. Not teaching you how to understand French and Spanish and GERMAN. When am I going to Germany? I can’t afford to pay my rent in America! How am I going to Germany"?

It very made sense then, but it's starting to.

Anyway, you guys prepare for the coming exams.

She Is Just Faking It.

Lovers of loud sex, give us a break please. Tell me why she's moaning in these hostel cubes at 5pm in the evening without giving a damn about the neighbours. 

Funny how the guy is so happy about it (I know) but are you sure she ain't moaning out her childhood traumas? Are you sure the penetration isn't invoking some of her greatest fears? No wonder the moaning is not Rhythmic and in tendem with the stroking. huh! don't question, I'm hearing every bit of it.

Bruhv! she's just faking it.

For long, most Kenyan men have been duped into believing that they are great lovers, just because their women make noise during throes of passion. In the heat of the moment, women do all sorts of crazy antics. Tales have been told of those who tear sheets, break wind, shed tears and speak in tongues! But as it turns out, and this is breaking news, most of these antics are stage-managed.

So never mind that neighbour who scandalises kids and the entire apartment block as he spanks his lover, yelling “Who is your daddy...who is your daddy...say my name” as she screams on top of her lungs. Again, gentlemen, if you are one of those men who brag in bars about how you make women scream your name during ‘gland-to-gland’ combats, think again.

Men have egos that require constant stroking, we all know. So most of the time we moan and scream to turn them on. Most women, if they were to be real, will tell you that they make noise to cover up for the fact that they never climax, and a lot of men will always fall for the trick thinking that they have driven their lovers into ecstasy, when actually the opposite is the case. Infact some even  scream the loudest if they are not enjoying it  to hurry things up for him to climax and leave them alone. 

In some other cases, it’s all about pain and nothing to do with pleasure or the man doing a great job. Some men are very insensitive and always want to have their way regardless of the woman’s mood. The best foreplay they can offer is spanking a woman, Honestly all unromantic men should be castrated.

We all know that silence is a mood killer, so we do it to give men confidence of doing it more. Kwanza when it comes to transactional relationships, women will moan their ovaries out. it's all for their advantage y'know. It's not always about us enjoying, but since you guys are too slow to differentiate between a real and a fake moan, cheers to more years of being duped!

Anyway ladies, go on and make some noise.

Last Semester Blues, A bittersweet Nolstagia

People will always say that the four campus years are the best in your life, such a fairy tale.  So many challenges all along; financial constraints, missing marks of stubborn professors who can't even reply to an email (apologies) 378 heartbreaks after over 400 trial boyfriends and five sneaky links, Roommates' incompatibility, just to mention a few.

I personally feel like campus is the most depressing places you can ever be. You come here so fresh, but by the time you getting your degree, it's accompanied by a number of traumas. You can't be at peace here, it's either you've been heartbroken, your Nicodemus has left for a fresha, you hustling for missing marks or maybe your mpesa got nothing. Something, something must be disturbing.

But regardless, we keep hopes that things will get better once school is over. Something that I've not been believing in lately. I am a final year Journalism and Media student at Moi University and lemme say that this last semester seems a pain in the ass. As I hit that "Register courses" button, I sighed and felt so relieved, but then nolstagic. Have I just registered for my last semester?

Thoughts of finishing school started sucking. Everybody is asking what are your plans, what's your exit strategy, how many personalities do you know in the media industry. Then there you are, your background? Pathetic. Your mother a peasant farmer, your father a mason, you've nobody in the field to call a relative, and then school is ending. Depressing, right?

Again, this semester feels so emotional. It  carries a melancholic melody, echoing the bittersweet symphony of farewells. The once bustling halls now will whisper tales of memories etched in time.  It's hard to accept the fact that this is  the last dance before the curtain falls on this chapter of our lives. 

Just as these campus trees shed their leaves, that's how we will  shed the familiarity. We are leaving behind the cocoon of academia to face the unknown. The excitement of what lies beyond is tinged with the realization that the comforting routine of campus life is coming to an end. Each lecture I'm attending and every CAT I'm gonna do feels like a farewell to a version of myself that  I'll  never fully reclaim. How many times will I shout depressing?

Now, the pressure to secure a future competes with the desire to savor the present. I'm personally terrified. Scared of what the next six months of my life after school will look like. Scared that the reality might be sad but I'll have to face it, it's time now I start distributing my 2-paged CV and have it ignored (maybe).  

This semester? Is a delicate dance between academics and the bittersweet nostalgia of every "last" – the last lecture, the last coffee at the campus cafe, the last sunset over the familiar skyline. Wonder if anyone else is feeling like this.

But, I've written this for you and me. We have to be beginners at times in this life. Hang in there, the universe will align.

Byee.

And to that Luhya in my Dm..

 

Vacant looks almost swayed me off, my outward phenotype, my mixed multi-tribe accents left everyone scratching their heads,my  below -ve zero appetite for Ugali  muddled their erring mindsets.  Someone whispered to his friend that i look like a Cushite. Dear Luhyas my name is Museo, i come from Lower Eastern, Mwingi central. Muthokoi is my staple food ~Bungomadiaries.

Well, so for the longest time, Wabwire (how is this even a name)  has been on my dm. And by the way dear Luhyas, must your names be in plural form? So this guy has been gravitating towards me. So many Heys' and accentric sweet nothings, not forgetting the 'ko' at the end of every statement. He's a typical Luhya, a Bukusu to be specific. This one I'm not in to.

Do y'all know Bukusu men? Do you know how they're content with little things? Or a mediocre life? Very few can engage in business. Their small dukas never grow into supermarkets or even a big wholesale stores. As long as the dukas start bringing in profit, they get another wife. Talking of poligamy, who can separate Luhya men from polygamy? Is it their meagre earnings?

Inadequate land to erect splendid homes and till the land for their wives? Ooh no! Despite all these, they're more than strong willed poligamists. Many have zero ambitions. If not their stomach, it's women who rule their world. I hear that no Bukusu family has ever fought over a deceased relative's estate. An evidence that Bukusu darlings never make it big. All they fight for is socks, clothes, shoes and 2 hectares of land that is not even fertile. Them are.

Where was I? Ooh back to Wabwire. I honestly don't understand why men will always run after women who ain't of their class. A vivid description of him I'm sure will ruin your moods. I know that I don't have the so called "nyash" but baby my melanin? Plus my ability to crack jokes? Hell no I deserve better.

We still in the talking stage and as y'all know, turn ons and turn offs dominate the discussion. Wabwire likes simple women (I'm not one though) and when I say simple women in this context, I'm not talking of these hybrid dolls who look like they took a swim in a makeup lake. A friend of mine said that they acquire American accent after queuing at KFC for 30minutes. Funny, right?

He explains to me how I'll be pleased by him making me  Obusuma with  liseveve (pumpkin leaves). Says that it will be love at the first handful haha. Who the hell eats mushrooms in Lower Eastern? Luhyas love language must have been this thing. He says nothing screams love louder than bwoba for a Luhya.

I've been imagining myself being served bwoba coupled with Obusuma made from maize ground at that smoke-spewing diesel mill and I just feel like throwing up. What the hell you can even purchase mushroom from the nearest store? I better take porridge for supper.

Hey guys, I've been promised that I'll be taken to a place that will give me a better adrenaline rush. Guess what it is? Bullfighting. Is it in any way romantic to be taken to watch two buffaloes..sorry..bulls fight? Anyway, I now understand why Khalwale has to be upcountry every Saturday morning.

He turned me off completely when he talked of eating kumbekumbe. White ants I mean. You just haven't heard him brag how a delicacy that is. How they're proteins on wings. I don't even understand how they're coaxed from their hideouts but wueh! Baby these ones I'm not eating. I honestly don't like how everything is served with ugali in Luhya land.

Yaani, variety is an alien term as far as meals are concerned to a Luhya babes. I wonder what might happen if for instance the government bans eating of ugali and decides to export all maize. Y'all know Ruto. Where will these people go? What will they do? Their menu is ugali, ugali, ugali, ugali and more ugali. Rice, chapati, spaghetti and githeri are just snacks to them? No, I'm not doing a Luhya this time round.

Sorry for being stereotypical, I had no better way to speak out my mind

Suck a breast within october

 Demonic spirits possessed my mind, I prayed for relieve but I got my boobs sucked.

I could hardly believe my luck.

Took a clear view of him to free my mind, but instead anxiety took over.

He undressed me quickly, nudity bare with brilliancy and beauty.

Y'all know my melanin, right?

Eagerly waiting for that moment, nipples became so pricky..areola ready for it all.

He suckled and tickled, but must we not pay debts for pleasure too?

Their size increased as they elated with joy, wiggled and dagled.

He talked to my boobs and I found it funny.

He licked them, and I moaned gently

When he bite them, I cried with pleasure

When he pinched them, I found it erotic

There's no bigger pleasure than the one I got, when he worshipped my mammilas.

Suck a breast within October!

For decades now, October has been recognized as a national Breast Cancer awareness month. A time devoted annually to educate everyone about breast cancer- including Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC) and the importance of early detection and access to timely, high-quality care.

In global effort to raise awareness on breast cancer, October has been designated as the pink month. A month where efforts to educate those concerned about the disease, including early Identification and signs and symptoms are associated.

Breast sucking being a significant strategy strategy to prevent breast cancer and maintaining the health of the breasts  in women ( according to Dr. Charity Twumasi), men are advised to suck a breast during this month of breast cancer awareness, even if they haven't been doing it before.

It is literally advantageous to breast feeding mothers, but to a woman who hasn't given birth is a worry. Since at the end of the day, breasts must be sucked. Suck her nipples and burry your face into her breasts, we know you've always been hungry to suck and desperate to view them all along, so why not in October?

Just roam around that perfumed scenery, worship and take care of that perfect pair in a seductive way. It feels erotically insane, it  keeps us healthier and that's all what defines a woman's pride. Even in the holy book King Solomon sang,"your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the Lillies"  Breasts are precious. Appreciate your girl's golden globes in a lovely  way, no matter the size or type. Keep breasts healthy this October.

Meanwhile, women are advised to visit the nearest hospital or breast screening centre to get to know the wellbeing of their breasts.

About the "When you start hating your girlfriend Twitter thread"

 Live, laugh, leave men alone.

Men should just date their fellow men. What the hell they're even existing on earth? These creatures hate us. Their replies were meant to suck every bit of happiness out of girls. My trust issues have even been sky rocketed because honestly what was that?

It was last week when the internet was left horrified over that Twitter thread of men discussing about that moment when you start hating your girlfriend. It was a thread of misogamy, women hating, manipulative boys talking worst shit about their girlfriends and girls in general.

Some to name a few: "when you keep messing up on purpose so that she can break up with you but she keeps forgiving you" "you'll be having a bad day and when she hugs you it becomes even worse" "When the problem asks you what's the problem" " When you receiver her text and it's like a debit order" "Her hug feels like you're getting mugged"

No one could ever imagine that her so called boyfriend could write such a comment full of hate. I believe that every woman who came across them got the same stomach sinking feeling upon that endless chain of merciless messages of men sharing how sick we make them feel. But why don't you just break up? This is so entirely evil. These messages just drained the life out of me.

Sister, it's time you start going to bed peacefully realizing that being single is not actually that bad.

"When you cheat for the sixth time and she forgives you again" a clear evidence that straight males don't even like women. This is utterly terrifying, if you no longer feel the excitement of being with her, then let her know. Don't let her study you mere stupid signals leaving her restless. Because why are you still with her knowing fully well that you despise everything about her? Why would you even lead her on this much?

I can’t help but I feel like this is why women are made to take on the masculine role in relationships now and days. Men complain and complain about how they “have to work twice as hard as your grandfather for half the woman your grandmother was” yet they sit here and act like this. I’ve also noticed that once the “soft girl” era emerged and we let our guards down males have been using this as an excuse to become borderline abusive. This is exactly why women are moving towards bisexuality, because males just aren’t worth the emotional turmoil anymore, they really ain't.

But just as a friend said the other day, here's my word to all women. Let this be the last time we are hearing of those "he used me" and "he was after my body" phrases. Just use a man at any chance. If he has money, use him for financial growth, if he has connections, use him to build networks and get opportunities, if he's good in bed, get orgasms babe, if he is intellectually intriguing, use him to gather as much knowledge as possible. People are meant to use each other, after all love died so long ago. Delete that Hinge and give up darling.

NO MORE I LOVE YOUs

The more I know of the world, the more I'm convinced that I will never see a man whom I can love

sharp are the arrows of a broken heart, they say

This time I couldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him

I thought I had found my soulmate, but it turned out that you were just another lesson

it's painful how I tried so hard to be the perfect one, but instead you chose to be perfect for someone else..

The echo of your laughter and your ever glowing stare still haunts my Saul

Once upon a time, our relationship was perfect..

But now, what's left is just blank inbox, no more I love you, hours of loneliness, unshared emotions, late night cries, heartbreaking secrets, shattered dreams, deleted memories, fake smiles, broken trust, devious heartaches.... 💔

I wonder how I'm still breathing. This heart has been shattered, stabbed, cheated, broken but somehow still works

aaaw! God must have been gracious

It's now time we redefine love, as a "Five minutes pleasure, in a lifetime of pain."

Please, can we? 

Because, pleasure of love lasts, but a moment.

Pain of love lasts, but a lifetime..

Cursed is the destiny that allows some people to meet, when there's no assurance that they gonna be together forever....