Diary of freshers night

The night was black

……pitch black

Without a doubt it was a Friday

Yaani…furahiday

And the snake-like queue

On a hundred shillings each, was a cue

And a celebrity attraction ,was the brew

One weiver like the law giver

One ledger that could scare away any liver

It was a ritual of endangered species

Where the prey and the predator, cooked a receipy

Within walls of student center in a symphony

That was d’js’ for epiphany

And the floor was opened for harmony

To an atmospheric craving for a company’s canopy

Wasn’t a night for continuing students

Not a night for stale beauties and gents

But a night for only fresh saints,

Fresh air yaani freshers with fresh scent,

Of a stamp engraved on hands, having a unison sense,

That old folks……………..maybe old folks, they are ancient,

And themselves, represent campus new incense.

The climax was beyond any compliment

The one and only…..made a memorable testament,

Jaguar graced the stage ,making it a monument,

That made some heart, bid for allotments,

Because ,his swagger was on point like an appointment,

Which proved, that “kigeugeu” enchantment