Having succesfully passed my KCSE exams, i was admitted to join the School of Medicine at Chiromo, where i would train to be a doctor. This occurence came to a sudden halt when it was discovered that i was carrying cadavers to my room after hours, seeking to bring them back to life. I was then taken to the School of Engineering only to be again ejected when i accidentally caused a 20 floor building to fall down. It wasnt my fault, i just wanted a practical understanding of inertia and momentum, using a tractor, crane, and a ball and chain. The Architecture, Drawing and Design faculty (ADD) was much more kinder to me, until the lecturers objected that my ideas of having people live outside in nature were impractical, and defeated the very objective of the course. I then found my way to Lower Kabete for an accounting degree, but was sumarily kicked out when the examiners gave me an E for using symbols and words to draw up a balance sheet, rather than numbers. Knowing that i needed to find a place where my creativity would be appreciated, i transferred to Kenyatta University to study music. Again, it was but a short stint there, the administrators did not appreciate that my voice broke all the windows in the Music School and nearby Usambara blocks. By this time, my parents were frantic about what was going to happen to me. How would i ever get married and off their hands, without a university education? After a few consultations, i was deposited back at the University of Nairobi, this time on the steps of the Department of Literature, where it was believed that once and for all, i would be unable to cause myself or anyone else, much harm or injury.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 07:09:49 +0000
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