Mirages…

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…PART ONE…

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June 9, 2010 – I have always been of the mindset that all human beings are inherently good. Yes, the tenets of the idealists do hold firm with me, even if only in a Utopian world. In Utopia, people love one another for who they are, flaws and all. In Utopia, friendships are made easily, and enmity is rare. In Utopia…only in Utopia.

Living in the city all my life has made me a robust and fast-paced individual. This allows me to make friends easily. At a party I’m the girl who’s mingling and talking with everyone.

Because of the many friends, no, acquaintances that I have made, I’ve always been invited to parties or events that require that ultimate party girl because that is who I was. I’m not that person anymore. But wait, I get ahead of myself.

It was the month of June two or three years ago when I met him. Tall and willowy, boasting a crew cut that would put a soldier’s to shame. I met him quite by accident at a party. Ideally we would never have talked, but the fact that he was standing all alone near the radio sipping his drink caught my attention.

“Hi,” I said to him.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Forgive me for being so direct but what is a fine brother like you doing standing all alone in a room full of beautiful, mostly single women?”

He laughed out loud. Let me take a moment to describe his laugh. It was a hearty one; one of those that come from the bowels of the stomach. And he had really white teeth one could almost think that he had them professionally cleaned. He also had a dimple on his right cheek that made him seem really young.

He said, “Well this is not my kind of scene. I’m only here because my cousin dragged me out because she said I’m too much of a recluse.”

“Hold that thought. Let me get a refill of my drink. Would you like one?”

“Yeah sure, please I’d like a Coke.”

“Just a Coke?”

“Yes please. I don’t drink.”

If his shyness had caught my attention, his apparent lack of interest in women and the fact that he did not drink definitely captivated me.

“So far, so good. You are interesting,” I said when I returned, a Coke in one hand, a beer in the other. “So what is your kind of scene?”

“Definitely not this one,” he replied, a slight smile playing on his lips.smile_2_143201140.jpg

“Evasive, aren’t we?” I shot back.

“No, I’m not being evasive. I just think you’d probably find it a bit strange.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“What’s your first impression of me?”

“Well… You are definitely outgoing and you seem like someone who loves fun.”

I giggled. “Well that’s very true. But on the flip side, I’m introverted in some ways.”

He snickered. “Yeah right. How?”

“I love having alone time. Many times I just like to sit and listen to music and write or read a book.”

“That sounds cool, but how often do you do it?”

“Four out of every five opportunities I have to go out,” I replied, smiling slightly.

He looked taken aback. “Wow,” he began, and took a sip of his Coke. “I would never have figured. I mean, I know we’ve just met, but really, I wouldn’t have imagined that.”

“Well, there you are. So what is your kind of scene?”

“I like the arts. I’m into plays and cultural things and I like to go for such events.”

“Really? That’s so cool! I love plays as well! My favorite theater group is Festival of Creative Arts. What’s yours?”

“I love FCA as well. I think they are awesome and really funny. But I also like Phoenix and Heartstrings as well.”

“I love this! I rarely have someone who I can talk to about that aspect of my life.”

“I won’t lie, right now I’m impressed. I would never have figured you for an arts person.”

“Ha, I’ve even subscribed to an arts news letter that tells me what’s happening every week in the arts world.”

“That’s really cool.”

“Again, forgive the boldness, but may I have your number?”

Shyly smiling, he said, “Sure thing. You really are forthright.”

I smiled back. “Not all the time. But I like you. I definitely will look you up sometime.”

“Yeah, that would be lovely. Maybe we could go for a play or something.”

“I would love that.”

 

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  • Evie

    BABE YOU DID WAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • venessa

    Great piece!

  • faith

    this is not fair at all,they should have been given warnings before the harsh judgement….

  • waitherero mumo

    lecturers call it cheating students call it TEAMWORK.survival for the fittest

  • kaboo

    this is unfair.through investigations should be done

  • Sumeya

    WOW!! This is a great piece.
    Society should be aware of the injustices that happen in campuses in Kenya,this was really unfair to these students and something should be done about it to get to the bottom of this story.
    Kudos Olyvia!

  • wamateni

    am a former student of multimedia university and i found the writing on the wall and the time i stayed there for three yrs the writings were still there so to suspend student in the name of cheating in exam is injustice of the highest order in this country. to the admin pliz carry your own cross without victimizing innocent student,this is the reason,the last time the walls were painted i think it was when the college was been officially opened and some of those student were still in primary school or perhaps nt born.to the so called hero of catching students cheating,had u closed your eyes before the paper began?did or the student look at the wall at the same time as if they were starting a race?do you understand the rules that r followed when supervising exams?can the whole class copy exam and if so u should revise your tactics of teaching because u rare headed for doom.

  • Sadly this happens a lot in universities.

  • kennedy ong’or

    Ati diploma students are intellectually weaker than their degree counterparts! Shame on you Dean, this sort of intellectual hogwash is indeed IQ mediocrity on your part.

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