Nakuru is fast growing to become an education hub. This is if the rate at which universities are setting up satellite campuses in the region will continue.
On the other hand, relationships are greatly impacted on the level of socialisation among students.
In the course of my fourth year in college, just like most students, a fellow comrade met a fine-looking miss. I think he loved this mademoiselle instantaneously. She was drop-dead attractive, his ideal size, about 5ft 4", coffee brown bone with a pretty smile.
Wait a moment, I didn’t mention that she had a tattoo on her upper arm that read; ‘Angel’, and a dark beauty mark on her left side of her mouth.
She was a first year and man! She really disturbed inner emotions whenever she passed by you, but my friend could not believe that she would one day mess him up.
Apparently, another comrade also knew her, my friend's way, just like a pastor knows his word. But little did anyone know that they were dating one girl. Phew! I can't believe it.
She was someone that my friend really trusted, they even shared a lot and she was very caring and understanding.
In fact, even when he was broke, she cared less about bothering him of stuff most chics demand from men.
Hell broke loose the day my friend was offered a phone to download an app by another male comrade, then like coincidentally, an incoming message popped up, but the sender’s number was very familiar to my friend, like the indelible ink of a voter’s index finger.
Such strange succession of event really made the hair of his back to erect. As if that was the tip of the iceberg, her photo, of the one girl he knew, splashed in a jiffy with a fading effect captioned ‘love’ like to identify the sender.
In view of that, he sluggishly handed over the phone.
What a fella? he snorted in his mind, he couldn't believe that what he imagined. The ‘love’ was the same girl he had a crash on.
Like a simmering volcano he exploded in a stammering speech, “Y..o..u c..a..n't, I m..ean you've b..een me…ssing with my girl.
“Are you talking about ‘love?’ He wondered in confusion.
“M..m” he again stammered quite convinced.
He wondered, “she told me that she was seeing no one…or has she been lying to me or us?”
Such ordeals are synonymous in episodes of soap opera film, but to be honest, this can be a reality in a Nakuru campus setting.