the narrative | a bias finalist's take

Do you know what I have come to painfully learn? In order to be great, thou must serve and serve thou will. One day you are in and you realize there’s a whole new world that needs exploring. Oh wow, there are girls, beautiful girls. Oh look at that one well-endowed and all, or wait, that one with the dress…I swear I must look back.

 

“Oh wow,” I retort aloud. “Oof, did I just say that out loud?”

 

Next thing you know; the classes have all begun, cats have been set, and the semester has become serious. Doesn’t seem at all like the movies huh? No crazy inventions, or, or exuding passion for the course, or dirty studious students…scratch that, those do exist. What about those lectures huh? Aaaaaaaaah, things are moving so fast huh?

“Bro, umecheki ile series ya Pieces of Her?”

“Bro, umecheki hio trailer ya Top Gun? Wakanda Forever?”

“Bro, cheki ule dem? si umbongeshe…naskia classrep ameng’ang’ana hapo mbaya…”

 

Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? A distinction has started showing. He who knows things has been identified, hasn’t he? Okay, okay…could be a she. Point is, you know them. Why isn’t he or she, you? Youth what’s wrong? Do you realize what a heavy bestowment this country has given you? How do you not see we need to stop playing FIFA, or I don’t know, stop dipping your ahem in every ahem you find…duh. The prestige in the number of goals you sank in the game, or the nanii you niniid, or the movies you’ve watched gets irrelevant quite fast.

 

“Oi wasee, nimeskia zinatoka leo…naskia zitakuwa pinned kesho…”

 

Pass list! You feel heavy, don’t you? You suddenly feel as though your worth has dropped significantly, like that time with the property prices in Dubai. You feel ashamed, depressed even. Oh, I don’t know, you could shrug it off, and play as though you are unscathed but wait…

 

Slow down. Stop. Stop.

Now think. What do you want?

 

To you freshmen, fresh women, you are very young, small even – but this you cannot admit. I will tell you what I tell my diary. There is beauty in being young – you can try things all things and not be judged, save for drugs of course. On that, may you receive rebuke. Being a first year you can participate in everything and if you are bad at it, it’s not a big deal – you are just a first-year. If you do great, it’s amazing because, well, you are a first-year!

To you sophomores, there’s something about you. You have begun noticing yourself, your clothes are just starting to fit. Some fearlessness engulfs you and you have this urge to do things. The weird thing is though, you think people know you but naaah, you are still young to them (even to the freshmen). At this stage, ladies and gentlemen, look for a higher power. Pay no attention to enlightenment contrary to your convictions. The heart knows.

This goes to you dear third-year; at this moment you are an adult. Your eyes have begun to open and by this I mean, you begin to realize the weight of your decisions as well as others’. Some of you begin noticing boys and girls, and territories you could colonize. Why don’t you do so then? You have all the power.

Now to you finalist. Do you feel good about your choices? Proceed incessantly. Regretting your choices? Make better ones. Truth is, there’s still time even though it might not seem that way. There’s still time. What can I say hahaha. Align your education to that niche you want to fill.

If you got nothing from this Johnte, take this at least: Why are you living so basically? Sheila, Why?