Universities are supposed to provide temporary home to young intellectuals whose natural reason for being there is to only lay a firm ground for their future careers.
Basically, these higher institutions of learning are supposed to do that, to provide a good home through quality lectures, equipped libraries and laboratories, standard learning modules and least of least a suitable programme for extra-curricular activities. They are supposed to do that. But remember suppositions don’t automatically happen. They are uncertainties, suppositions. If they are not there, nobody should complain, not even the normally confused comrades, who always think their ‘angelic’ stature demands treatment akin to that given to every king or queen.
Among the mentioned suppositions, there is nowhere it’s indicated that primary utilities like access to 24-hour KPLC power, good food, like their grandmother’s, inviting and dancing with degree-less celebs,katiaing (sheng (for men)-means to seduce) and being katiwad (for recipients(women) to be seduced or accept the same), or being given friendly pakas (Continuous Assessment Tests), or signing contracts to befriend stones and make them travel at hundreds of kilometres per hour before landing on a lecturer’s head or lecture rooms’ shiny window panes.
The latter, though excluded among the suppositions, is very common among university students in Kenya. However, it is one of the looniest, silliest, prankish, and roguish things a university student can do. When they do it, then change the adjectives above, add similar ones and you get their perfect first names; Loony Kip-someone, Silly Njoki-one, Fool Onyang-one,Lunatic Wafula-one.They deserve such names.
Students still robbing the earth of its worthy inhabitants: stones, tree branches, or cars’ of their property; tyres, then foolishly throw the stones at fellow elderly human beings (lecturers, administrators, and cooks), wave drooping branches along the highway, burn tyres and choke lightly from their black smoke, do not belong to this century, to this modern generation where grievances are e-mailed, better posted on administrators’ Facebook walls, or best tweeted. They do not belong in this tech-savvy generation, instead the belong in the stone-throwing generation where their colleagues, the hunters normally stung a gazelle with a stone to get meat, where physical tantrums similar to those of a frustrated bush gatherer struggling to pull down a hanging pawpaw were the order of the day , or shouting at the top of the voice like calling down a Colobus Monkey up in a tree. I mean they belong in that generation, that age, Stone Age.
So when students, temporarily pitching camp for only four or five years at respective universities, and lately those academic HDPs (home displaced pupils) at Egerton University, decide to tell the whole world of their small minds, they should be simply dismissed and asked to go back to where they belong; The era of stones. When they insist on flexing their rather wanting elbow muscles by throwing stones, hefty fines, a number of times (ten and above) more than the cost of the stones should be instantly placed on their silly heads. And further black-listed so they do not get employed when they are done with university education.
Blacklisting is in order. Or which employer would want to get a hot-headed graduate whose only friend is a stone in his/her hand in its payroll? You say TSC. No never. Whose parent would want a silly brat as the striking university student to take custody of their child? Who would want that? Nobody wants a fake teacher who spent half of his university years on the road throwing stones and after and when in class his/her best practical example is to throw a stone in fury at the board when teaching about Isaac Newton’s Theory.
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