YET ANOTHER TRAGEDY

Tranformer that exploded  under repair near hostel

Fence at hostel C burning

TENSION AT GOSHENIC ESTATE AS FEMALE STUDENT GOES MISSING

A pregnant third year student in school of social and physical sciences goes on the search yesternight after disappearing.

The lady messaged a friend whom she shares the rental room with. Suggestively indicating that something weird might have happened to her. The lady had been impregnated by a forth yea student in school of education and was currently in attachment.

The friend had left early in the day for classes which guaranteed a n evening return. This note came midday claiming that the victim was tired of was to talk a “better “course for her life .the message read “am done dia. what is the essence of leaving in pain when the core source isn't helping bear it. My parents have rejected me because am pregnant. They dared not give me any support. This is the eve of my delivery. Worst of all, the man responsible of my pregnancy has denied me. He is nowhere. He has called me declaring non attachment with. That the pregnancy is not his after promising me he will there for me. Am gone dia. My life is over. "Bubye."

The search for her took all day and night long. This all was in vain. The school authority had been noticed of the same who availed themselves at the estate. The door was closed.

Neighbors report of the man’s presence on a Tuesday morning. The two apparently had spent happy moments washing clothes together at the estate.

We pray that she didn't mean to die. That it was just but a threat. That she is found alive .and that her future will be worth living. We already have much to bear in Moi environment!!

WOUNDED LIONS ATTACK



Kesses police car burns in Moi university as students riot

Moi university administrators face a rough time trying to calm the situation as students react over the death of a comrade

The vice chancellor issues an internal memo; which calls for a meeting on a Monday morning .students pre-empted the meeting as voices of comrades called for attention and attendance of most students.

A series of events follows as students merge to administration calling to be addressed. Voices of “comrades’ power” echoed the air. The administration faced it tough as students merged towards the building demanding whereabouts of Kairo-a vibrant student leader aspirant.

Professor Ongechi is confronted with jeers and shouts alleging irresponsibility on his part. This IS after the flags were half raised to owner death of Charity Maina the centre of chaos.”I am depressed by the untimely and premature death of our students”. The vice chancellor managed to say these words before being shut, a halt that ended the speech.

Students then took off towards stage demonstrating .not long time elapsed before they rioted stage business. Looting amid destruction of property followed. These aroused fury among the villagers who have sleeping lions. These people have always been wounded whenever students strike, demonstrated or rioted. Property loss has been commonplace.

Previously, students had forced the police car to head to student centre after the news of the demise struck the air. The vehicle had picked the body and students had forced it demanding a school bus. This was to show sign of solidarity through escorting the student to mortuary.

Failure of their demand had bore bitter fruits: The police car was turned down; flames saw themselves high in the air. Smoke of burned vegetation and vehicle colonised the environments. Meanwhile, police had fired bullets .Students were pulling down structures at the gate. These ignited more fire as students swore to continue rioting at their realisation of live bullets directed to the tear gas which made them cry involuntary.

THE SEARCH FOR MORALITY

  I CANT FIND  IT HERE PLEASE HELP ME TRACE!

Beastly has grown out of people; in humane behaviors is gently being cultivated and slowly flourishing in some people’s hearts which are degrading from flesh to stone.

Great men are mourning the burial and eternal death of their wise sentiments the later generations are burying in unknown mass graves without copyright legation. Surely, being a brother’s keep has proven hard contemplating than going hell. Anyone who has hospitality; or forgiveness; or goodness somewhere along the highways, pathways corridors?. Get a clue of these incidences and judge insanity, morality…you are allowed to  bind,condemn the latter to eternal destruction and hell.

Ø A guy invites a lady to his room in Hostel H: proceeds to prepare a meal for the visitor. ok...This should be nice of him..add some drugs  to "flavor "it  sending unconscious…Guess what follows. Rape. The girl wakes to shock …she is bleeding …what a trauma!. This is the hospitality She is offered.

Ø It is a fine blessed Sunday for a friend in D houses who wakes early to prepare for service. It is 7am and service is almost has commenced. She then hurries over the houses only to turn back and realize a man hurriedly following her. Close look at him makes start of a chase. She had to scream calling for help. Goodness brings a boy who then after seeing him the culprit vanishes over a fence. This is a daylight mark you.

Ø A first year student at hostel G stabs a third year in a love triangle over allegations of snatching a girl friend.

Ø Another  rape incidence is witnessed in Ngeria in which  a lady in  the school of arts and social sciences suffers a great deal. This  is early last week.

Ø To crown it all, The demise that befell us during the weekend. Am short of words on this…this one went on air nationally and internationally…

Are we safe on earth anyway? Apparently, am falling short of trust amidst the growing fear and fear. Am not alone friends. I know I am with you. Is there a safe place on earth?. Home. May is not. These are dark ages .Where no safety is guaranteed at any time, company,place and the sought.

I LONG FOR THIS DAY

Life on Saturday in MOI

I can  see some of  my follower nodding at this…Saturday is the most longed for day of the week…you know why for you who conquer….and by the way which day do you  really yearn for in during week? 

For my case, it’s  the day you wake up late while trying to offload sleep hangovers of the early rising-wee days. At this day, thorough cleaning and personal grooming intensify. time You can now take unusual longer time breakfasting. Moreover, you have chances of making full meals rather to compensate junk food and light snacks you swallowed at weekdays just to quench hunger

 At least you can pay tribute to “mabs” shopping for groceries and adding up your closet…. Me “Its time you visit mabs because its outgrowing its capacity…you may not believe it till you get there….”message on a light note for those dread going there. On Saturday, you can accompany friend(s) or visitors who came over to spend a weekend to celebrate nature’s goodness. Additionally, you can have can have time paying visits to lost friends.

It time to check your closet for long not worn fittings unsuitable for official and serious place as lecture halls presentations and church services on Sunday for some. Casuals apply mostly. Half-clothes at most cases are preferred. This includes t-shirts, tights, shots, stockings, track suits and what a few. More aeration of the feet for men.

At times, you get ample time doing assignments and read for cats in relaxed environments. Looking for and watching movies are frequent.

For the religious, it’s a forum going to bush and prayer mountains for extensive and vehement prayers.  For More fellowships and meeting for this day.

 It’s a healing , nursing time for the strenuous week. At least you spent worrying less time eating what saved at the course of the week at f2, meanwhile while out of academic square.

Are you one of us ...probably

MTL Entrance  Moi University

How do you segment your calendar?

Actually, academics are the only path that transits a student to campus. For other people making the campus community, it incorporates business, work and “easy to riches affairs”-theft. Different categories of students here come in mind; the undergraduate-who are the monopoly, and the post graduate encompassing masters and PhD students.

Comrades time  as the semester proceeds is sectioned unconsciously  among themselves following a certain  common pattern .For most actually, the first  initial three week of the semester cater for arrival settling and nursing hang -over of the holiday in case the semester came after a vacation.

 It is a crucial time to run for “the dear” green forms after taking thoughtfully, a strenuous moment trying to secure a room using the on line hostel booking system. This of course encompassed websites flooding with many people trying to log in at once making it “hang” followed with its implications...

Thereafter one transfers his/her belongings to their rooms sure enough, after getting a place to lay your head after the busy days of the semester commence. Hereafter, one thinks of checking for updates preferably timetables on respective school notice boards.

For the serious academicians classes are attended from the second week. The 3rd and 4^th week for easy and slow goers who could want to take their time in campus- “a free society” for them

Assignment and CATS start on the 4^th week. Students start dripping into MTL, computer labs and    wi-fi hotspots to research. Meanwhile, there are these schemers intelligent enough not to strain .They are ’smart’ in using their brains. These group visit computer labs looking for saved files for assignments done by others to copy, even worse delete afterwards. Woe unto the early risers. Genuine schemers sweet talk others for them to be allowed to duplicate.

open air market at mabs on saturday

Handing in of research assignments and presentations are ongoing from week 5 for others to some days just before we collect exam cards to sit for end of semester exams. Apparently the library is flooded rather filled to capacity one month prior to exams. Ironically, the library is desperate for students when semester commences and here students fill the doorway before 8am-opening hour-  to  secure a space conducive to study.

Apparently , the academic way is very busy. Bags carrying books and hand outs are the greatest treasure at this time. The destinations here are limited; library (key), rooms and lecture halls. Hoofers, screens and movies in laptops go hibernating. Discussion groups are crucial. Academic based friendships grow best for serious guys. Most relationships frail here because time for dilly- dallies affairs for partners have been robbed by exam fever-no time to cook for “husbands” and walk over.

Moreover many have run Bankrupt .ATM cards are put far and maybe even passwords forgotten; accounts are reading below Sh 200

MIND BEFORE IT BOTHERS YOU

 YOU Know what….

It is always good to mind about outcomes. It is necessary to anticipate for the good that life has for your. Most importantly to also expect and accept the cons that will prick you as you pick the roses. This will probably make you frown, curse and at worst give it up on picking the blossoming attractive flowers.

In the corridors of Moi University administration building, I happened to be visiting one of the senior offices to  make some inquiries for a friend . She wanted to come over and pursue some post graduate studies, when suddenly, I stumped onto this lady crying her heart out.  

This made me move towards where she was sited. I was touched incidentally by the tears and pains I had imagined she was going through. Questions desiring for some bit of answers streamed my mind as I approached her. Had somebody in this office mishandled her in a way suggesting intimidation? Or some cruelty of the sought? Had this person no sympathy if not empathy? Oh goodness! No!no!

Hey lady! I stretched my arm around her as I lowered my head towards hers… this words struck me making me stop what I just wanted to utter.

“Could I have known whom I was insulting at that time when pride overtook me…..oh my…

Why did I even have a glimpse of what repercussions could befall me? Anyway I will lose my job ..i could I even ask to be forgiven considering the words I flashed out on that damn day… I thought I was too tired for someone… “Some less person” to bother me when I wanted to have some rest… let me  now paying to my tooth this ordeal.”

The truth unfolded at the instance. The officer in charge of inquiries went visiting one of the hostels on a Friday afternoon. When he knocked at the door this lady bang the door closing him out before he could enter. He had to knock several times to ensure whoever was in was aware of somebody at least in need of some service. The janitor inside yelled at him telling him she was tired .probably, you may come tomorrow… ‘Am very tired.. I have been overworked.. I need rest. Little did she know whom she was doing this to..

A door from the inquiries office opened. Guess what? A decent slim young man came over .he held this lady’s hand... I have learnt to take life easy.. I will not dismiss you …the lessons, cries and pains you have had serves you better. You can imagine what transpired later…

AN EXPERIENCE WORTH

      

  

I just could not wait for this day. A day that could revolutionize my life wholly. This first day in campus will mark journey of my undergraduate studies. Anxiety overtook me.  I wanted to feel, know, experience and live the ever told stories about here. Squeezing hard into the "matatu" that headed Moi University relieved my expectant heart.

       The journey unexpectedly took longer than i could imagine. I knew it is some few kilometers from town when it took 40 minutes. I doubted it and sure enough I had to check with driver.”Possibly i could have boarded a wrong vehicle this. “No, we will be there shortly”, he assured.

Here came “welcome to Moi university”, then University with a difference. These words linger in my seem less more fresh memory. I can vividly remember this moment when the words warmed my heart. The ”bodaboda ”men received us warmly as we alighted-you know-a business deal. At least we felt cared for in a strange land. Furthermore guys had mastered routes and places here. All they were doing now is take you to student centre .here you could get better direction where to start registering.

      Apparently, student centre is a kilometer from stage worth SH 20 and Sh 50 in case of any luggage. When knew in a place, you hardly know when situations will take of you however careful you may be. This particular day I was being fried.

The journey to student centre took longest at this time. This boda man in a helmet rode all the way to mabs- I traced the place afterwards. Downwards, he took a route to hostels K and l then to j and finally to “study”. Apparently, I was wondering how different this place could be. There are no short ways. Ok, things are procedural here. As if this is not enough, he asks for sh 200. Anyway he “deserves “it.

   The student centre is full to the entrance. No bypassing. Actually where do you want to go if a queue meets you outside. Unknowingly, you join this line leading to the bank. It later dawns to you shockingly that you headed for the bank 4 hours later- a friend fainted while standing. You quickly fix your mind to join those lining for accommodation.

Lucky enough we secured a room in Hostel J lately in the evening. However, our happiness was short-lived when we arrived to encounter naked electrical sockets the allocated room. We just imagined of being electrocuted. Little did we know that it was actually Moi .Apparently, thing were that way in all hostels.

A head storming scenario happened went we visited the wash rooms shortly to arrive when my suitcase was missing. What a shock. Cursed him! Damn! We later learnt of master keys possessed by students. It was actually a breaking moment searching along the corridors of strange environment for my property. We later got in some stairs headed to the store in last floor .it was saddest when i found only my old clothes all new things missing including some cash.

You remember those several days you spent shopping in town only to learn you were doing for some professional thief in Moi. Initially thought only high school students steal as primary ones displace. Coincidentally, a friend of ours had also experienced at a sequence of the same time .A few days later, another friend lost a wallet with ATM card and 15k.He rushed to the bank to check after realizing he had lost the wallet. It was a trauma when he found the only money he had, 15 K also withdrawn. It was a morning period i bet.I then felt, knew, experienced and lived the thought-anxious life on my first day. My spirit was quenched completely!