Livin' it up


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Nothing motivated me like those alumni who came to our highschool and introduced themselves as so and so, doing Bachelor in Broadcast Journalism and mass communication. All I wanted was the title-Bachelor. So I went for it, unfortunately as life happens, it happened  I landed in a diploma in mass communication, in the Technical University of Mombasa,mh not bad. My journey in Campus set off a new face for a lot of things in my life. Campus made me  be myself for I had everything under my control except the fee ofcourse which my parents took care of. The freedom, the joy of interacting with friends, the new ideas and new mind opening concepts, the eagerness to learn and put into practice  they all add up to the good side of my campus life.

With all the enthusiasm I entered campus with a start, tasting everything for the first time. I lived in my own utopia. I really used to be under my parents yoke. So here I was walking alone at night from a party, going to town, going to the beach with friends, doing whatever that pleased me, but never did I set my feet in a pub, the church girl inside didn't allow that. In my first semester I didn't know there was life beyond enjoying and freedom, until one week to exam- which was to be done on April 2021-, it dawned on me that I came to campus to study. I studied for the exam which I passed. Life was   good we started the next semester on may, that's when tables turned. 

Walking a long distance to school with the scorching sun above your head, hungry, sleepy, tired, thoughts of the argument you had with your boyfriend last night, thinking how to pay the rent, the future. Many people lose themselves in thinking about the past, but for me the future troubled me like hell. It followed me like a shadow, choking me,leaving me with no space to worry about the present. So I didn't care how I manouverd through life, but all I had in mind is to make my life worth living. 

I had a friend by the name Eric Bosire, who was also in the same path as mine.. He always guided me telling me to commit myself with the practical side of whatever I learnt. He always told me I was a joker and was not determined.  He told me campus was not about reading notes and getting As, well I heard him well, but me being me, I told myself I have a lot of time ahead I will learn when the time comes, and I went on with my bullshit. I wish I listened to him.  After the second semester which ended late July, we were given a long holiday. I went back home on August and the wheels on my mind rotated, making me remember my sorry state of my home , I came to my senses.' It's never too late', I made a mental note on that.

I always put God first in everything I do. No matter how astray I go from him at some point, I summon his presence and he always answers. I went to a certain TV station where I did my practice. I trained there for free and learnt most of the things that a journalist need to know. When the holiday was over, I thanked them and came  back to Mombasa. Second year first semester, I knew what I wanted and so I worked for it. I yearned d to be an investigative reporter and a researcher. So I changed the course of my life,  working hand in hand with fate. All the parties , going to the beach, interacting  with friends, hanging out with boyfriends all this I pushed to the side and let my intuition be my guide. I decided to beat the narrative that journalism doesn't have any value in our society today, I wanted to end the no job thing in this field I so much loved. Also my friend Eric's words kept ringing in my mind-" your hard work will pay off, it's not a matter of connection, luck, or good grades...it's all about burning your ass off and try to come up with something which you will proudly say it's yours".

Now I'm in my final semester. I believe that life works out. It always turn out in your favour even if it doesn't go according to the original plan. It has this funny way of working out. Out lecturers always tell us that, we might not end up being whatever we wanted to be, and that's alright. Whatever fate will bring, embrace it, but don't settle for less if you have a chance to change the course of it then do it without battling an eye. Campus is the most exciting place a person can dream to be. It has its bittersweet but most of the part is sweet.

I'm still working towards my dream,beating against all odds I want to brush shoulders with the great ones up there. I want to reach at the pinnacle of success where no journalist dare to reach. I'm building my masterpiece, and I want to make sure that the name the day will breathe before it ends will be my name.


Comments

  1. Precious stone doesn't Polish without friction nor a man perfect without friction.
    The focus on successful ending shouldn't change with all ups and downs and failures along the pathway.

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  2. Just read and got empressed all the best hard work always pays focus

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  3. I just wish you all the best

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  4. This is one of your best articles I've ever read.
    I guess it because it bares a true story, something I've witnessed you go through.And for sure you are on the right path of dining with the elite of journalists.Keep up the good work girl

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  8. I like your argument

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