ONE FOR THE ROAD

The spirit of brotherhood and sisterhood Campus style;

May 2012,Multimedia University had organized a” Welcome Back” party for those of us who had spent way almost five months in the name of long holiday. Not a fan of these Campus organized parties due to familiarity of faces I had declined to go.

Circumstances would turn good when my friend from Meru University arrived late in the evening and said why not.We arrived at Kiss50 club Rongai around 11 pm. The energy was contagious and the place was so full. Well I came to enjoy myself,” Waiter!, Bring  one Napoleon and Two Guinness ,”I ordered. Well that added to what my friend and his girlfriend hard ordered would surely” Fill the table” as clubbers like to call it. We would let the Freshers take the floor and sweat ,Oh I already had done that in my first year, when you would only buy one 300ml soda and dance with it till morning.

The joy and party mood that comes with sharing a table with friends is you’ll never run dry. I mean not in your pockets but the bottles. By 1 AM I already had outdone my Napoleon and made a great football manager out of the Guinness’s. I stood up to do my normal Drunkard exercise :Stand on one leg, to see if I was still energetic (at least enough for another spree). Wow my energy was even surprising me. My friend had already gone to hit the dance floor with his ‘Chiquita’ ,poor single I.  I went to the back of the club; well this place is an open air and so relaxed from the indoor .And there was ‘Simba’ this tall friend of mine.”Wagwasi!”as he used to call me, he shouted”kuja pewa yako,“:’come take yours’.I had joined the table and two more pilsner ice were staring at me. This was going to be  a night and a half.

By now I didn’t have to test my strength again. Looking at the adjacent table, and there seated was the VC,I mean Vice Chairman.I insisted ‘Ozero must buy alcohol”. Then memories became invivid ,a little of my friend carrying me to lie on the chair, some guys borrowing me money to refund. One friend for the road, My friend from the land of miraa came and dragged me to a taxi.

I woke up around noon the next day. The walk of shame, the puke on my clothes, the mud could tell it all. I look at that day as the day I would have ended. 

University is fun, have the fun as long as you know you have those friends watching your back.If he is willing to buy you a drink or two,he must be ready to carry you back to safety when your body demands.

When I hear of fellow comrades from Kenyatta University dying in unclear circumstances while raving at Thika and adjacent clubs. It saddens me. Always have that one friend for the road, that who’ll slap some sense into you as you enter the big tyred cars of strangers .Be a one for the road for a friend of yours. Comrades must take care of each other. I personally don’t know how I would break news of a friend’s demise while we went raving with him. I urge you not to be a brother’s keeper but a BROTHER’S MAKER.