Wednesday, September 28, 2011

She was dated in . . .

BY STANLEY KIMUGE

Memories will never die unless you kill them with all your hands. Unless you wanted to but this is what my friends will be telling their kids. Probably one can soak and rinse them.

Mr. Job Kitambi (perusing a daily) will say she met your mother in the library. She was a real chop. She dissected the books. “I had this habit of cooling my foot”. My smelly feet proved to be nuisance. That day, my socks stunk. They were competing for recognition from the Hostel H toilets. Then all worked perfectly well. She said she was real reformer.

This guy, Mr. Peter Kipsir would put this way. He simply saved his catch from the bruising battle. The “only sugar in his room” was walking with her heels up the 2nd floor of MTL. A nudged dude almost bounced on her. He was reading for the C.A.T. The noise emanating from her shoes forced a heated exchange. Had it not been for her tall legs, she would have regretted modeling.

A dude who wanted to be a janitor in his first year, Mr. Onyango Samsung would narrate with “pride”. His first Samsung made in China was ringing aloud in the thatched library. She was left asunder. She wanted that China ringtone. She said everything was “good”. At least Onyango knew how to roast the small fish.

One outspoken Mr. George Ondieki had coin on his words. He met her when he was exiled. His non-sense roommate couldn’t bear all. That valentine eve, his roommate had to hack his bed. He even cracked into the poor ATM. The other is history, to be recited other day. Ondieki would bounce onto this chic who also was on exile. She was seating on the frustration bench.

This friend of mine, Mr. Simon Mutua from whom I usually photocopy the take-away assignments (the final day we’re handing in). He would stress it all on luck. That B.S was fruitful. He had perused through the ladies in the meeting.

Bald-headed Mr. Olive Ole Suruali would smile and say he was busy in the water falls. It was Sunday afternoon when he downed to the falls. He was lucky to have a community-based picnic. He would be involved. Other part remains a mystery

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