They call her Lucy. Maybe that is because she is too loose. She stays on the third floor of Hostel K. A few weeks and she will be bolting out of the 8-4-5 system. When I cross-examined her, I discovered that she has some loopholes. Something could be amiss, everybody will whisper about her. She’s a drama queen.
You will find out that she is a real smoker. At home, she smokes firewood. Here in campus, her room is ever misty. She is now used to puffing weed. She just graduated from consuming three packets of cigarettes a day. You might be misled into believing that she is an engineer.
This girl is so
allergic to water that she rarely baths. That is why she likes throwing
water through the window. Effectuating waterfalls is her hobby. She
suffers from indolence. She washes dishes in her room. Soon she pours a
blend of omena's soup, and all kinds of "lemonade". In short, she often
forgets that she still resides on the top floor and that there is
someone right below her. Or maybe, she skived classes on the Newton’s
Law.
Well, inside her room, there are bags. Below the bed she sleeps on are bugs on attachment. Rumour has it that she brought those blood sucking creatures from those infested universities. In another black bag, there are white-like tablets. Across the table is a yellow packet of latex. I don’t know what she does with. I guess she needs to be sure.
For sure, her life span has been sliced into half. Just like the sub-woofer she inherited from her fifth year dude a fortnight ago. The gadget never takes a rest. It sings to her taste - zilizopendwa all night long. She doesn't bother that it sends her neighbour into insomniac mode.
This damsel has evolved too fast! Remember when she was in her first year, she wore long skirts. She attended all church services. But nowadays, she puts on tiny shorts during lectures. When a guy seats next to her, his mind usually hangs like Internet in the library.
If only the green book could work on dress code, half of the seats would be empty. It is good that such laws are never followed up here. But at least she has got a few days to log out. I am convinced that she will walk naked in the next class if she stays.
The writer is a 4th Year Information Science student.
Well, inside her room, there are bags. Below the bed she sleeps on are bugs on attachment. Rumour has it that she brought those blood sucking creatures from those infested universities. In another black bag, there are white-like tablets. Across the table is a yellow packet of latex. I don’t know what she does with. I guess she needs to be sure.
For sure, her life span has been sliced into half. Just like the sub-woofer she inherited from her fifth year dude a fortnight ago. The gadget never takes a rest. It sings to her taste - zilizopendwa all night long. She doesn't bother that it sends her neighbour into insomniac mode.
This damsel has evolved too fast! Remember when she was in her first year, she wore long skirts. She attended all church services. But nowadays, she puts on tiny shorts during lectures. When a guy seats next to her, his mind usually hangs like Internet in the library.
If only the green book could work on dress code, half of the seats would be empty. It is good that such laws are never followed up here. But at least she has got a few days to log out. I am convinced that she will walk naked in the next class if she stays.
The writer is a 4th Year Information Science student.
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