How I was saved from being a teenage campus dad!

As a freshman, I whiled away most of my hard earned campus time perched in my lust scented room, revising my notes on seduction in the company of a curvaceous BCOM chick from Taita, her toothy smile cooling my broke person.

I was midway on my third beer when a text message sent my phone into jerking irritating vibrations. My pal Charlo was lazily slumped in a seat beside me, unsuccessfully fighting intoxication while nodding to the booming beats of Salome Wangu. ‘Brathee, kwani ulipata girlfriend?’