boyfulani

They say that a camel is a horse made by a committee.

Observing what group work produces, all the doubts disappear on the possibility of the above. Today, i was listening to a pal who was looking for some information from me. Well, this surprised me as Biggie (the guy), is ever at Pioneer(Campus Makuti Watering Hole). His talk mostly revolves around weed, booze and questions to reality. This day, as he explains, tables had turned, and he was a group leader. Well, i’m not doubting his intelligence but Henry Wanyoike (the blind marathoner) could as well win the Safari Rally. Thinking about the attitude of the rest is another story altogether.

Joy Riders

See, when it comes to group work, campus class experience would teach you to choose your members wisely – in case you are concerned about grades. And most students  are concerned enough to slip in their name and student number (with a biro) when the printed projected paper is to be handed over.

Focused Chaps and the no-nonsense kind

Severally i’ve sneaked in my name under a group i didn’t even belong. Even so, i still hold a certain disapproval for  group work. If you be a lazy bone,it’s easier to get along when you are with some focused chaps, chicks especially, marveling at your ‘carefree’ lifestyle enough to ‘understand’ why you never attend meetings or produce any work. Actually, some go ahead to call you up when the group is meeting – and mostly, the story doesn’t end there. On the other hand, there are no-non sense types that will NOT put up your name if you miss but one group meeting. But some how, guys still navigate through this.

Jokers

As for jokers, when the meeting time is set, all agree and even go ahead to ask about the venue. On the material day, no one turns up and things move on as usual, till the assignment is due. On the eve of that day, some group mates who are pals call each other up and compile something quickly (Via Google) and leave out the cover page (to bear names) for printing, minutes to class time. Incidentally, this is the morning the printer jams, the server is down, or your flash catches a deadly virus and all work is lost.

Lecturers have a list of these excuses, and few hearken to them – but students are students, new excuses prop up by the day.

Other Side of G Work

But there is the other side of group work (not when all are friends- still, nothing gets really done) when you meet new people (read chicks) and things happen. I’ve my best and worst from these and school work and pleasure never mixed better. I’ll tell one of the tales, when the coast is safer.

Oh, and last year, there was a wedding between two lovebirds who met at an Environment Class group. Talk about not changing ‘your environment’.

Group work has some benefits too – besides churning out mediocre stuff (when everyone thinks their idea is the geratest)- especially when small ideas die.

But nothing ever GREAT has ever been born there.

P.S.

Which reminds me, due, was an group assignment which yours truly was to compile and send via email…i’ve just begun thinking about out, procrastination will surely slot it for a good sunny day.

Well, those who know me are aware that i rarely do the ‘idiot box’ unless i really really have to do. So when one Jeremy came packing from Big Brother’s House (who-the-hell-is-this-big-brother that they go to every year??)…anyway…yeah..i had a hard time criticizing the guy in a class assignment on this site (yeah, we high tech nowadays we blog for marks, ha!)

Anyway, some buzz is doing around campo and of course, usually, UsGaizofMedia are the first to..pick it up! I’ve never blogged about this guy, but he is campo’s most hated jamaa. From staff, to his sub-ordinates and the list drags on…and he’s simply called, Njuguna. Or Njuguna the security man. Basically speaking, he’s the head of Campo’s security so you expect he’s got to brush shoulder’s who like bending and bedding the rules (especially those of us who do off-campus residences where no-rules-abound-ha).

Personally, i have no beef with him coz i’ve managed to keep my sh*t well covered like a cat. And again, working for the fourth estate (and possessing some good sounding tittle that simply means errand boy, i got to really be a good boy

Grass was green

So anyway, story broke that Man Njugush, has not been up to no good lately. Apparently, now that this school is a vast Savannah, there are unused lands that have with them grass…not weed, er, but with the spurts of short rains, Kao-land cows do not need ngwin-glasses to  see it…and ever the intelligent guy ( i hear he says this a lot) he decided to collude with some boys from the G4S crew and sneak in cattle AT NIGHT in exchange for ca$h!

Well, it hasn’t lasted for long nad as i type thing, my phone is ringing off my pocket for it calls for…AN EVICTION PARTYYYYYYYYYYYY.

~On behalf of all sadist,a toast to that !

To add to the chit and chatter that goes and comes with time depending on the subject of the day (typical of Kenyans) here’s my eight minus four minus four (zero) opinions on the 8 4 4 Education system. Introduced shortly before/after i was born, critics rose up in arms for and against it. But it has withstood the test of time and continued to churn out lorry-fools and lorry-fools of cabbages.

You’re reading from one now, though he’s quite dehydrated (lack of proper academic waters) and is desperately trying to de-colonize his mind, subscribe to a more realistic school of thought.

I heard something from a lecturer today that twitched my mind a little and i had a different perspective of this whole thing. Of course, it’s the bits and pieces that kawa Kenyans miss:the implementations, reports, suggestion from experts and all that non-sexy clutter that we find boring. He mentioned sijui whose report (similar to zile za akina Wacky, Cock-erel, lol, you know them) and posed: You think there are no professors in the government, expatriates who have never noticed the anomaly in the system to at least attempt to correct it?

True, but as usual we have politicized everything, the cycle turns, editorials are written, black outs come and go, heads bites the tail and..well: NO PROGRESS!

In the same breath,  something Western animal called creativity came up and more so, the general lack of it in Kenya. Has to do with the education system. Where everything is force-fed to you in preparation of ‘mwaura-ing’ it in examination rooms, then call you learned. This results in a bunch of graduates who earn the power to read, go on to work…have families. never really discovering their purpose in life.That explains the flood of News Features on T.V. of old mzees (retirees) successfully carrying out interesting projects…saying they have never been happier in their lives.

Maybe, just maybe, if Kenya would like REALLY grow and stun the world (FORGET OBAMA, ATHLETICS..blah) it must find a way of breast feeding its babies, not with Gin, Vodka or Keg that is the 8-fo-f0 but with nourishing creative juices that may as well pass as milk (Remember Milk has all the nutrients?)

Speaking of which, the Omo advert….the one where the kid asks for a Thufana ya twelf to repair the kafuraita…yeah, rings a bell, i hope….That is the way to go for the Kenyan education: Discover/recognize what a child really like and exploit that potential…not leaving them to grow into those [less] productive ages to applaud it.

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Hmm, seems today i am not churning out garbage as u-sho.

-boyfulani

finally, this thing has drawn to a close and i cant be more happy. happy and sad at the same time.like peter marangi.  sad because i got to kiss blogging goodbye, 24 hour hindanet(internet) connection,oh and the babes that come popping by office brightening my day up. add to that the classes, lessons…and the whole package of reeeeally hawt classmates.

however, little seems to have changed and the sem has ended b4 it even begun for me. see, when dad and i used to attend those teenage seminars and the issues of messy bedrooms was mentioned, he always gave me this look of , ” ehe, you hear son?” but its been ages (albeit am still in my twenteens) and yet..nothing muuuch has changed.

i still wonder how i chose a career path in Design(which is all about order, synchronisation and all) yet my bedroom is a replica of a roadside bomb in an unmarked street in Baghdad…well not that messy, but be sure everything is in bundles.neat bundles

explanation? every piece of art goes through messy phases, doesnt it?

meanwhile, i was always presentable descent through out the sem, having to pull out of the muddle every morning- coming out really clean.

…but it would be unfair to speak of a general stagnancy yet my paroz bank vault are 150-plus K less that this school has robbed us in His name. i wish i would have received an equal share of;

• services-dang! the services we get fall way below this high-fee mark and i wonder how much more i should pay to be treated like a piece of crap. hope i aint de-marketing the institution..but well..truth be told!
• brains- i aint sure this is really what my heart wanted to do but this is a suicidal statement..in the sense that Dad would shoot me on sight in regard to the astonomical haemorhage his salo is undergoing to finance me….still, i learnt mob things, dont label me a brat i surely chased ujinga and ignorance…..

the list is long and i dont want to turn into a whine-baby. i appreciate what God has given me and this far, He is Ebenezer in my life..

can some-buddy say Amen!!?

away from the outrageous costs of eliminating ujinga, classes have been one part of campo life that made my days. save for the lecturers with the unnerving ability to sap life even out of the most interesting subjects(even sex.haha). especially the u-know-who who really kept me totally involved and engaged in kirathi-tatally, yeah…? back cracks and kata thendes(they call them g-strings) were unsightly, but for lack of a better thing to look at….*clear throat**

Again, cupid failed miserably. but my heart? it dont ever quit! though there was a close shave with it, or something to that effect…i breezed through it all quite well.

the said ’shave’ was with one Koi. a laid back, less-sophisticated babe with a negilible accent(at least when she held my attention). aki, she was the who started it. don’t even remember how i came to know her..but well, i know i do. the text led to one thing and i was taking the next step- naturally! johnnie, ever the big event planner had it all laid out. though me and him knew it was an almost impossible task…what with her tendencies being more ‘my brother boyfulani, tell us what the lord has done in your life…”

damn..i cant tell rest of the story, but be sure,  i never looked her direction again.

i want to remain pure!

oh, one more thing...alllow me to thump my chest kidogo. for the umpeenth time, somebody told me they like my smile.ati they will miss it yaani and am like..whoa? why hasnt it dazzled someone to meet me half way n we get something going? wishful thinking! but surely..most ladies dig it hehehe

 :)

ahem, thats how the sem basically was..nothing really big to write home about>ended just like this post.