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