Malik, a lanky classmate who chews khat like a goat, was interestingly ordered by his parents to be on a go-slow.
They said his business acumen was wasting away while he was busy acquiring theoretical knowledge in college.
The parents felt that the school fee was better off invested in a business. He deferred and now runs a flourishing retail business.
‘Kuinama lunch’ is a phrase that means conning your gut into believing that taking lunch is a luxury. You busy yourself during lunch hours, patiently waiting for hunger pangs to pass. This meal-skipping is fast becoming a norm to many a comrade. Third years, particularly, are in the centre of the frying pan since they are the most broke class of comrades.
Wamalwa, for instance, doesn't recall the last time his parents sent him something for his upkeep. He has received exactly zero shillings since the parental honeymoon of first year. After that first year, his birthers withdrew the support without notice. He is now stranded in the trap house that is campus. He has debts left, right, and center, as many as those owed by third-world countries. HELB cash doesn’t even cater for half of his needs. He uses it on tuition fees and the little remainder is swallowed whole by his landlord.
