campus hostel by Judy Mwendwa-09-0805

In my first semester in campus I stayed in campus hostels not because it was a pleasant environment but because I didn’t know anywhere else and besides, my parents wanted me within the campus gates all the time; I was still a baby according to them but I felt like a complete grown up, leave alone a young adult. I was taken to the room where I was supposed to be sleeping and to my surprise I found four beds. I thought I was the only person who was going to reside there but no, it was only a wishful thinking. The cube was five by six meters; it seemed so congested such that you could only make a turn to collide with one of the roommates. It was poorly ventilated and at night, it was disaster when everyone was asleep and it’s clear from your biology that when someone is asleep the muscles relax and the repercussions are predictable. With the small window closed to keep away hungry mosquitoes, the air could get so stuffy such that I was only left gasping for air since the others were used to the environment. I had to device a crafty way of changing rooms and so I explained to my parents how bad the environment was and of course I had to make the explanation convincing. I explained that the environment was not conducive for my studies and that it made me sickly all the time. I added that it would be a double loss if I continued surviving there because my performance would continue depreciating and they could end up paying hospital bills and my school fees at the same time. Seeing that it would be a double tragedy, my parents granted me my wish, I didn’t know I was that convincing until then!