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How I lost my beloved laptop to a KU trickster by mwalimu andrew

Until a week ago, I believed that I was pursuing one of the most difficult courses in Kenya.

Those of you who have seen our exams agree that a Bachelor of Education degree, majoring in Kiswahili and CRE, is not child’s play.

The course involves extensive studies of the works of Plato and Aristotle, and an intensive examination of theories and concepts in philosophy, psychology, sociology and pedagogy. And that is before we embark on Kiswahili and CRE proper!

But, last week, as we shared our course experiences with my roommates, I realised that there are some people taking extremely difficult courses.

One of them studies economics. He had only graphs and charts on every page of his notebook! But that was nothing compared to what my other roommate, Keya, who studies chemistry, had.

I could not go beyond the first paragraph of any of his hand-out notes. One of them was titled: Catalytic reduction of dinitrogen to ammonia at a single molybdenum centre.

The notes read: “Trigonal bipyramidal molybdenum complexes that contain the [HIPTN3N]3 – ligand all contain an approximately trigonal packets in which N2 products are protected to a dramatic degree by three H2OIPT groups clustered around it…” Surely!

It is no wonder that Keya mumbles things to himself every time, and is always reading his chemistry notes everywhere he goes – from the mess to the toilets.

I did not know that I would also be mumbling things to myself within just two days – but for a different reason.

It all started at KU’s ICU. No, I did not fall sick. In KU, ICU stands for Intensive Cramming Unit – the library. With exams beginning last Wednesday, all KU pavements led to the library.

I spent long hours in the reading area reading my notes. I have never used any textbook from the library as I was not around when they showed our class where to find Kiswahili and CRE books.

A good number of students came to the library with their laptops – something Wesonga encouraged me to do.

“You can browse notes from the Internet and also open Facebook since the KU library is a website modem,” Wesonga told me.

I carried the laptop to the library the next day, and spent most of the time on BookFace – poking my friends.

It was on this day that Annerose sat next to me. We picked up a conversation and, as we left for lunch, she told me that she was a regular student.

I was lucky to hear that she had just completed one of the courses I am taking. “EFNs are easy, I will find you some past exam papers,” she promised me.

She brought me the papers that afternoon, and I allowed her to use my laptop for some time. We met in the library again the next day, and she gave me very useful hand-out notes. She used the laptop for about an hour.

Different type

Although I had vowed to avoid KU ladies, Annerose was clearly a different type of lady – generous and academic-minded.

I bought her lunch at Mugumo. To confirm that she was a different lady, she paid for the sodas, something a KU lady has never done to a man!

“I have more notes in my flash disk, can I bring you?” she asked me as we left. I eagerly accepted, although I did not know what a flush diskette was. That evening, she called me at around 6. She had the diskette.

I directed her to our hostel and she was there within minutes. Her timing was good as I was alone in the room.

Before she came I quickly got three bananas from under the bed for her. Although they were not fully ripe, she ate all of them, and said they were very sweet. We were seated on the bed.

She then took out the diskette and installed the notes on my laptop. Clutching her stomach tightly, she lay on the bed complaining of stomachache. From her face it was clear she was in great pain.

“Do you have some Actals?” she asked. I did not have them so I asked if I could rush to the shops and get them.

I left her in the room and rushed to the Tag Shop to buy them. The nearest shop was two hostels away.

They did not have Actal so I took Piriton, and rushed back to the room.

Almost falling

On my way back, I met Wesonga, who was returning from the library. He had read so much his head was almost falling from his neck. He wondered why I was in a hurry.

“Kuna mgonjwa kwa room nampelekea dawa.” I told him. We rushed to the room and found the door wide open.

There was no one inside. My laptop and its bag were gone. Wesonga’s Kodak camera was also missing while Keya’s water heater was nowhere. Annerose had stolen from us.

“What’s this, and I have haven’t finished paying for the mwalimu.com laptop!” I cried out loud.

“My camera had a film and I was to go to Githurai to wash my customers’ pictures tomorrow!” Wesonga lamented.

We thought about reporting the matter to the university administration but Wesonga reminded me that we were in the hostel illegally.

We left the room immediately to give chase to Annerose but were unsuccessful.

I am now appealing to any patriotic KU student with information about Annerose to pass it over to me.

A reward awaits anyone with information leading to successful recovery of my laptop.

Annerose was last seen in a blue blouse and black, tight jeans trousers. She has brownish rasta hair.

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