as i was going about my usual Friday evening program i could not help but realize that there was an unusual increase in the number of young ones in our good bars and from the way they carried them selves around only one conclusion could be arrived at, fresh men had ended their long vacations and joined higher institutions of learning and were experimenting on their promised prize the teachers always preached to them as they asked them to concentrate with the hope that if they did their best they could partake in the main dance. yes, they had taken over our good bars with their still raw sense of style, high school like dance strokes and singing out loudly when their favorite tune was played on the sound system cheering on the DJ to give them more, but fresh men why do u sip our good club beer with straws? bar tenders should stop serving beer to clients who go on to also ask for straws because its not only amateur but also embarrassing, OK the Barney in me is really strong on this one.
any way as i lay in the corner and watched these young lads and lasses i couldnot help but think back of my own fresh man year ,the highs and the lows and tdefinately the anti climax of not joining makerere and sadly joining kyambogo university.
around this same time of the year in 2005 i was destined to join the higher institutions of learning. i was so ready for it for the eight month wait was really tiring as i had had to sit at my old ladies shop daily and in away i felt ihad lost da little intellct i had pick up while in hsc. fast forward results are out and yes it was time to join makerere to study was it urban planning am sure i would now be in jail fro having all kiosks around town demolished and those living in slums sent back to mpigi or wakiso. so any the excitement is on finally we are going to drink, make merry with no limits its campu time and oh my the girls that had eluded me for thirteen years(did i mention i was in single school since primary one?) were finally going to to be mine and that feat was going to be legendary.
as plans were being made for what hall or hostel to reside in i got a phone call from a good friend of mine definitely off the rugby pitch telling me the list of sports scholarship was up at the sports department. this was it finally my for efforts inflicting pain and running hard on the pitch that had caught the eye of ug's best yayiro kasasa was paying off. this was i was going to university to study for free remember it was in my year that scholarships for arts students was scrapped so this was indeed a blessing.
the shock that i got when on reaching the sports department and learning that yes i had the scholarship but in another university kyambogo to be precise cannot be described, the disappointment was un bearable and the worst was yet tocome kyambogo's academic year was not opening until a month later so the painful long wait was to continue. but i waited went to kyambogo and yes resigned to tha fact that indeed the real campus excitement had come and gone past my door. we joined with another two friends of mine from school all as sportmen. first we hated the place and stuck to want took us there and that was sports and academics ignoring the social life including da not so appealing girls and opting for the more interesting social life of our brothers in MUK although this lasted up to look december and of course we could not over power assimilation, it overwhelmed us and we realised life wasnot as bad as we wanted to imagine. with that out of the way i must admit i really had a good time in kyambogo and even became the envy of my bros in mubs and muk. one of my friends even went on to become the gulid presiden t and made your truly the guild finance minister and with the guild coffers to ourselves what couldnt we get? no wonder red pepper went on to say HE bedded thes hotties in all posh hotels which was not true but politics wa at play.
thank u kyabogo and those that voted us into power u made kyambogo bearable and to u fresh men DO IT ALL being a fresh man is a once in a life time thing....................................
any way as i lay in the corner and watched these young lads and lasses i couldnot help but think back of my own fresh man year ,the highs and the lows and tdefinately the anti climax of not joining makerere and sadly joining kyambogo university.
around this same time of the year in 2005 i was destined to join the higher institutions of learning. i was so ready for it for the eight month wait was really tiring as i had had to sit at my old ladies shop daily and in away i felt ihad lost da little intellct i had pick up while in hsc. fast forward results are out and yes it was time to join makerere to study was it urban planning am sure i would now be in jail fro having all kiosks around town demolished and those living in slums sent back to mpigi or wakiso. so any the excitement is on finally we are going to drink, make merry with no limits its campu time and oh my the girls that had eluded me for thirteen years(did i mention i was in single school since primary one?) were finally going to to be mine and that feat was going to be legendary.
as plans were being made for what hall or hostel to reside in i got a phone call from a good friend of mine definitely off the rugby pitch telling me the list of sports scholarship was up at the sports department. this was it finally my for efforts inflicting pain and running hard on the pitch that had caught the eye of ug's best yayiro kasasa was paying off. this was i was going to university to study for free remember it was in my year that scholarships for arts students was scrapped so this was indeed a blessing.
the shock that i got when on reaching the sports department and learning that yes i had the scholarship but in another university kyambogo to be precise cannot be described, the disappointment was un bearable and the worst was yet tocome kyambogo's academic year was not opening until a month later so the painful long wait was to continue. but i waited went to kyambogo and yes resigned to tha fact that indeed the real campus excitement had come and gone past my door. we joined with another two friends of mine from school all as sportmen. first we hated the place and stuck to want took us there and that was sports and academics ignoring the social life including da not so appealing girls and opting for the more interesting social life of our brothers in MUK although this lasted up to look december and of course we could not over power assimilation, it overwhelmed us and we realised life wasnot as bad as we wanted to imagine. with that out of the way i must admit i really had a good time in kyambogo and even became the envy of my bros in mubs and muk. one of my friends even went on to become the gulid presiden t and made your truly the guild finance minister and with the guild coffers to ourselves what couldnt we get? no wonder red pepper went on to say HE bedded thes hotties in all posh hotels which was not true but politics wa at play.
thank u kyabogo and those that voted us into power u made kyambogo bearable and to u fresh men DO IT ALL being a fresh man is a once in a life time thing....................................
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