DAIRY OF A JAMBITO by Lyn
Being a jambito can be fun! It’s the most exciting experience and embarrassing at times. Right after my post utme I became very anxious! I checked my portal daily and when I heard the list is out I checked my portal and told my parents I was offered admission, I became very eager to leave for school, I made calls to all my uncles and aunties who have promised that “when you get admission just let me know”.
So I packed for school everything my mum offered me was relevant till I got to Queen Amina hostel and the security checked me and I had to return most of the things I brought as they were not allowed (camp gas, sound system, television, I really miss them). I bid my parents farewell and was super excited to be free at last. Getting to my room I met my roomie whom I greeted and she gave the look like “where did this one come from” I ignored her and started to clean up my space and unpack and all of a sudden my roomie who once ignored me offered to help me unpack I was shocked but I declined politely, the next morning I had to prepare for lectures, it was going to be my first day in class so I had to dress to get noticed as an undergraduate, I made my way to my department and meet my mates, we all walked for about 10minutes before we could figure out where our venue is, by the end of the class I had made two friends who had two other friends and we all hung out on my first day, by the end of that week we were a clique and a clique need that one person to lead which I was as I was the richest kid who had money to throw around so we went everywhere together and when I want to get something I’ll have to get for everyone to which came easily, we all did our registrations together and when we were done with lectures, we all retire to one of us room just eat and rest before we get back to class to read which was a bit difficult for some of my clique as it was time for you to meet that special boy you dreamed of.
Our priorities were obviously different but I’ll go to their rooms to find out if we could do tutorials together and we would end up sitting in Pepsi garden checking out guys and get an idea for the next day outfit, if we are not there we also stay at basketball court to watch guys play, but that did not stop me from reading my books at night as that was the only time I had without my clique interrupting me. We also organize parties for no reason just to have fun! Then it was exams and every one of us got serious in our own ways and when our result came out! I started seeing their true colors some blamed me for their failures others just ignored me and started seeing things wrong with my attitude and when I asked what was wrong? I get replies like “nothing, after all they are not some people who go to read without their friends” the rest just play along for what they would get from me and when I stopped I became the enemy once again. Well, I had to get new set of friends, the bad ones have shifted space. Then you meet your prince charming… To be continued…