Comrades, it’s thanksgiving time

The Christmas break comes just after exams are done. Finally you have a reason to visit your local and binge drink until your head is foggy and the nyam chom is floating up to your throat.

This is in celebration that you were not caught with that mwax (cheating in exams). You pour libation to the gods that created Wikipedia; and then celebrate the invention of smartphones and university wireless connection.

It also comes after the beauty pageants (at least for my campus). This is the Mr. & Ms. University thing that involves girls trying to balance in 6 inched stilts that make them look so tall, but deep inside they are still very small.

It involves dudes flaunting their chiselled bodies, and others showing off their God blessed paunches. It is a competition for vanity really.

After all this is done, that is when you know the year has come to an end for you. If you are honest with yourself you will know that you did not make it through by yourself. There are people who were extremely instrumental in helping you get through this far.

There is the toilet cleaner who makes a living off cleaning after your poop. Those of you with unorthodox dunging techniques, you might want to see this man aside and do him a favour; buy him lunch or airtime or just a kasoda.

He does not just make a living out of cleaning your mess. He makes a difference. He restores order in an otherwise messy place, all thank to you. It is only human that you at least recognises what he does.

There is the Halls Officer. You know as much as I do that it is illegal to smoke weed in the hostels. But since you have that group of yours looking to have a good time as a whole week’s work, he understands your need to release stress.

That is not all s/he does. She also lets you smuggle illicit liquor, party until late, and opens up the TV room any time you want to. For goodness sakes she even lets you stay with your girlfriend the whole semester in your hostel room, against regulations.

The next time you roll up a smoke, do not be a mean stranger. Pass him a puff, and for the love of all that is illegal in you, do not wet the blunt.

The watchman: You might think he does not know, but that car that you insist on parking in the university grounds every night, yet it does not have an official sticker, is not allowed on campus grounds past 6.00pm. Squeeze him a 200 bob note the next time you are escaping City Council parking fees.

Look, do not be so mean. There are several other people who made 2014 worthwhile. And I do not mean your girlfriend or any other pal. The least you can do is say thank you. Most of the time, it won’t even cost you your ego.