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After school what Next?


I would have started this story with 'ushawahi kaa chini ukafikiria vile...' but not today guys. So, do you ever sit down and think, you literally don't know what you are thinking about but you have these thoughts...scattered here and there. Well, like I had said earlier, one thing about me, I think a lot. But hey, don't mistaken me for an over-thinker, I know when to stop thinking, not every time though. I guess most of the times I have the most odd thoughts, like, why is grass green and not red or why do humans walk when every other animal 'crawls'...crazy, right? But lately, I have more sensible thoughts, like, after school, what next?

So, today I am seated in this lecture hall, wondering I am tired, on a Monday morning. There is a thing about Mondays mornings, if not yours, then I spend my Monday mornings wishing for Friday. I think, being in my final year in my last semester has a role to play in this exhaustion. Honestly, I feel like I am riding on an empty gauge. But you know what guys, I gat this! I look at my phone, this time is not moving. The lecturer is throwing in some jokes which, seemingly are funny since almost everyone in the room is cracked up in laughter. It's not like I don't want to laugh but come on guys, he is not even that funny. But he says something that kind of gets my attention. This is what he says, in Swahili, ''Ukiwa umeshiba hufikiriangi...saa zingine njaa kidogo inafaa.'' ( you won't reason if you ever full, at times a little bit of hunger gets you reasoning)... i know my translation is a bit off but I know you gerrit, but if you can't gerrit... Haha! This statement reveals the exact intent of 'tough times brings out the best in us,' I mean, look at the lover turned poets thanks to a ka-touch of character development they earned after a failed relationship.

One throbbing thought I have had for the longest time is that I really don't know how to handle a 27-year old broke me. I am turning a year older in a few days and yes, twenty-seven is fast approaching. Anyway, I am learning to live in the moment, the rest will take care of itself. I believe that for any campus student, leave alone those of us in their final lap on campus . The 'after-school' thought remain the most disturbing. it gets even worse you see and hear stories of struggling youths surviving through unemployment while the title 'graduate' hangs around their necks. in fact, let me tell you guys, my boda guy has a degree in actuarial science while
the lady who sells me vegetables graduated from campus three years ago. 

As I grow, one think I am learning is the fact that problems will always be there, like the naija guys would put it 'everyday na different wahalla.' You will always be predisposed to problems and chaos of this live. You are either fixing this or trying to correct that, healing from this while you are trying to escape from the other and such is life. The unpopular opinion about life is that it that problems meaning to life. Some would say a life with touch of chaos is a boring one. Chaos bring the thrill of life. Do I subscribe to that notion though? maybe I do, maybe not but I wont dispute that fact. 

Don't mistake me though, I am not a sucker to problems. All I am saying is that, to some extent, problems give meaning to talent and ability. They open your eyes to a whole new perspective about life, makes you aware of your strengths and weaknesses and you will always have a share of it, such is life. But after life has thrown its share of chaos to us, someday we will look back to all those sleepless, hungry nights we spent and toast to LIFE. but just so you know, problems are inevitable, find a way to swim through, just keep going mate. Well, with all that said, let me get back to my thoughts because guys, 'After school, what next?' 







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