The eve of my campus admission; I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned but just couldn’t find the right position. I was in a linger; eyes couldn’t close, heart wouldn’t stop beating. I couldn’t just wait to get to my fantasy world no matter how blurred it was. My mind kept wandering in vicinities I have never been. Even in our night long journey to the city, I couldn’t find rest. I was lost in a fantastical Dawn-dream as we rocked this unfamiliar road to the city. Still, my feet were ready for the ground, for whatever comes my way.
My first brave act as a KU student was not honorable; I skipped admission queues. As soon as I accessed the Admission square, I was already filling out the forms, never mind the infinitely long queues. I had ‘jumped’ over a thousand students who were patiently, still grudgingly, waiting for their turn. That I did innocently (The place was chaotic and I couldn’t notice the queues). But not at the computer center, whose queue extended past the science labs. My short stint at the first High school I attended (K1), could not grant me the concession to line up. ‘It wasn’t worth the wait’. I most probably told myself. So I pulled off one of the tricks, instilled in me by the experience in K1. And there I was; finishing up on the last bits of my admission. Not that I am proud of that. But, it was kind of impressive; though not elegant.
Nonetheless, this didn’t go unpunished. What followed was a series of unfortunate and sorry events I can’t even wish on Osama Bin Laden. Whereas my admission letter indicated that I was to be enrolled in KU Main Campus, the system had other secret plans and agendas. Apparently, I was to go to Kitui Campus. Yes, I Know. Where the hell is Kitui?? There was no way I had kept my nose on the grindstone, just to join a campus which at that time I speculated was lying in a bush or a ruin somewhere. The error was eventually sorted out after a series of depressing inquiries from the repulsive KU Staff. But this was only the start.
As the second semester commenced, just around the period where results are posted in our portals, I noticed some movements in my GPA, which at that moment looked like electricity tokens. The University Senate approved the results and trust me when I tell you, I had a GPA of 24. At first, I thought it was a normal GPA (probably out of a possible 30) but not when I noticed my friends had theirs above 70. Worse still, I had an academic warning. It is at that moment that I noticed that there was nothing special with my GPA and in fact, my world was about to be rocked with annoying and irksome confrontations. The university had just subjected me to one of the biggest character challenges yet. I clenched my fingers into a fist, drew out my sword and ready to fight. I didn’t come to KU to look for war, but Lions don’t back down from them.
I have encountered troublesome and aggravating characters in movies, some in the real world, but a secretary in our school went straight to the top of the list. She was more disturbing than Arturo in money heist and in fact, Joffrey Baratheon in the Game of Thrones was nicer. Narcissistic and peevish, she seemed disinterested with my misfortunes, sending me back and forth to the central administration block, even plugging in her earphones to avoid me. It felt like I was hitting on her. She wasn’t even my type and I couldn’t just comprehend what exactly warranted her disastrous attitude.
For the next 8 months, I followed up on my issue; office to office, from one annoying secretary to a more annoying one. UCU 100 missing mark was the most stressful one. I showed up, religiously, every Monday and Tuesday at the UCU department, the only days the examination coordinator was available. I became such a nuisance to an extent that an IT lady staff in the Central Admin had to lie to me that my UCU 100 ‘E’ was genuine. I was heartbroken but not after I realized she probably said that to stop me from going there. There was no way I had failed a unit a primary school kid can sit for and pass with flying rainbows. I was more convinced than a dead man is, of his sleep. And that triggered my nuisance button even further. You’ll be glad to know, that soon after My ‘A’ was standing straight and confidently in my portal. And that ladies and gentlemen was the beginning of my bold character in Kenyatta University.