It was just about 10 years ago when I set foot at Daystar University- Athi River Campus feeling like a fully-charged battery for what many would call the final sprint in the 8-4-4 marathon.
I would describe the mood as one of utmost greenery in all aspects before me; environment and expectations not forgetting the hundreds of other individuals drawn from all parts of the country all in the quest of seeking higher education.
We were branded ‘fresher’s’ and welcomed by a hilarious bunch of characters – the Doulous crew. They would be spotted by their brightly coloured t-shirts. Their antics of the pepeta game –simulation of juggling an imaginary ball with different parts of your body, did lots to release a lot of the tensions. That nostalgic feeling is slowly coming to me.
Oh yes the reunion…where were we…yes yes with just under a month of planning and by planning I mean selecting a date (It might just be a Kenyan thing) the countdown was on. None of us knew where our first of many reunions would be. The location was clear though. It was going to be 110 clicks from the capital Nairobi at Sultan Hamud – a little town along Mombasa road.
Reunion day was had finally arrived. I will deliberately skip the night before and D-day morning breakfast and the packing. This was a little significance to me and so will it for you. En route to our destination we had a small detour. We decided to stop at the turn off to Athi River campus – Captain slow had to catch up. As we exchanged a few pleasantries we met a former caretaker of Hostel C. He pulled up with his bodaboda which he used to ferry students to and fro the main road. That was quite a surprise.
We set off at blistering speed, ok not so blistering speed just enough to test the boys’ machines. We arrived at our destination- Oloosikitok Hill View Lodge just after sunset. We all had little interest on what the rooms where of how they looked like. After all none of us had any plans of sleeping.
From here on end I will let the photos do all the talking…
When we finally decided to sleep…that was at about 5.30 a.m. we zig-zaged our way to our tents. While in deep sleep some of us took it as prank time. One would feel the blanket slowly drifting away from the loose grip. A sharp knife-like hint of cold air replaced the warm feeling.
This was one trip that will live with me for a long time to come.