Findings from a recent study revealed that university Students do not sleep and your guess is right; it is not for all the good reasons.

By the time you realize you need it again, you are already part of the dreaded statistics; pregnant or infected. What if? Just what if the government didn’t distribute the FREE condoms. The easy, random sex would be rarefied made expensive. I’m certain that when you confront a broke (I mean broke) comrade with the option of buying condom at 70/- from the Chemist when he has nothing for supper, the feedback will be negative.

The time is ¼ past one; walking towards the student centre, a conglomerate of students are seated on the benches at the frustration square. Some murmurs followed by uncultured laughter emanates. Just then it dawns on me that this is not the place I want to be, especially at this time.

The time is about quarter past 6. In a camaraderie of classmates, we leave the lecture hall engrossed in laughter and a zero productive discussion

It is about 8:46am and I’m I headed to my final 4th year exam paper that begins in 14 minutes time

In my 3rd year in campus, I got into the Student Governing Council, serving as a Communications and PR Chief for the student organisation. Not a good title as such, especially in a country where the tag “PR” is misconstrued as “Public Propaganda and twisted spin-doctoring”. Anyway, that is trivial to the matter at hand.

After all, HELB is just some cursed money set to last for four weeks in depreciating stages. The wait begins for the second and subsequent application!

It is about 3 weeks past opening of the semester and somewhere you are still contemplating returning to school. The class representative is already troubling your inbox with messages of course registration, choosing “electives” and whatnot.