LIFE AT 24-28 FOR A KENYAN
You probably finish campus at 22-24 eager to start life,having undertaken an internship or two it looks promising.No one ever prepared you for the storm about to get loose.Life in the hostels was quiet affordable with chums from parents,the working boyfriend for the lucky ones and if you underwent the government “sponsoring”, helb was heaven sent.Juggling between classes and hangovers from silly clubbing was an easy pie you were born a survivor and why lie you’re damn bright!Not forgetting to thank google,mwaks and harambees during exams and CATS damn those cats!
After the last days at campus you and best girlfriend hit the streets with you hard earned last savings from renting out your room on your last year.How lucky are you that you got away with it by bribing the custodians.The likes of USIU,Day star,Strath probably don’t understand a dime.Thank your parents for it.Wonder why people are surprised by the governments’ loyal civil servants who amass billions,well it started in the hostels.
So if your lucky you land your first or second internship at a corporate or a company you adore.you love it,with the few peanuts you get as an allowance you dress smartly and hope to land a job there.Then boom the internship is over!You start the real hustle.You have nothing important you wake up to .Wake up at 10am,Movies and Series is your Norm and then one day you realize you have been indoors for four days.
Brightermonday,Job web,Kenyamoja and for the updated graduates the likes of glassdoor are the sites you can afford to browse when you frequent your mtaa cyber.The sites know you they wonder when you’re going to get a job and leave.One day you land a job at a Mhindi organisation somewhere at industrial area or along Mombasa road,Westlands. Those horror stories you used to hear become real.Then you realize the meaning of segregation,being treated as a casual is the norm.You learn that experience counts not your half baked degree.That Asian guy keeps eyeing you like a hawk,he shouts, he doesn’t have a sense of decency how you hate the way he sneezes.He pays peanuts and when you thinking it can’t get any worse. You realize that he deducts lost hours from your salary on the days you chip in late thanks to Nairobi traffic!
Guys think you’re lucky you have job,everyone expects you to appreciate you have one.One day seated at your desk you look around and gaze at Nzioka the accounts guy.He is ageing he has sat there for twenty five years,taking home peanuts.The dude cant afford nice socks,you like him he drinks silly and sometimes misses work.How you love those days because the Asian dude gets to be pissed but can’t afford losing Nzioka;who else would endure him.
You have heard enough you know you cant take it anymore.Else you’re going to freak out and loose it.You draft that resignation letter,you love it when doing so.You leave it with that lady who is the admin assistant.You cant help but wonder how the Asian will react.Freedom at last.But wait a minute you don’t know when you’re going to get the job of your dreams or where next months rent will come from.Well you don’t care anymore,you have become a philosopher.“Hardship often prepares an ordinary person for an extraordinary destiny.
– Christopher Markus, Stephen McFeely, Michael Petroni -”
― Christopher Markus
― Christopher Markus
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