I Can't Marry A Campus
Girl
By Hosea Namachanja
I curse my primary school
teacher who told me to ring in my pubescent urges on women. My high school
teachers and parents conditioned me to believe that I will get better ladies as
my academic qualifications improved . I
was told the beautiful ones are not yet born and like a fool, I believed them.
I always though my charm and allure with ladies will get better over time .
They keep slipping through my fingers. My heart aches for carol, my first love
who left me for ma man with a laptop and airforce.
I have had my fair share
of bad luck in the love arena. I have suffered in the hands of unrequted love.
I am a victim of loving a girl who chose a “mubaba” above our “love”. I was in
second year when I attended my first class of character development. It is amazing
how ladies move fast. I mean , I did not expect her to be okay with an emoji
for a valentine gift when there was someone willing to give her the world. It
was at the expense of my poor bleeding heart and my naivety as a campus boy
finding himself.
I am set to graduate this
year. Dear clansmen, hold your tongues that you may not wound my soul any deeper
.I will only come bearing one degree ,My bachelors. I fell in love , I really
tried. It went unrequited and the objects of my passion had other pursuits at
the time. I ask that I be received by my
people with love . I sought it in the bosom of a woman and all I got is pain. I
am yet to meet someone of my intellectual capacity . I am tired of their Kiswahili Lies and
nonsense .
My clasnsmen, Carol began
a spiral of lies in my life. Her whereabouts over the weekend did not make
sense . I heard a rumour that she goes somewhere in crocs and a huge T shirt. I
picture her doing “wifely” duties to another . All dreams of her being mine
come crashing down like a mirage faced in the dessert.
As the song lyrics go “I do
not have a soulmate ,or maybe I do not have a soul”. I am not walking out of
this university with anyone in tow to call a wife. I gave too much to the first
one . My dear carol