By Maurice Marangu
Quite often you hear campus guys boast to their friends, “Phew! Finally she’s entered the box.” I guess no boxes exist in campus. The only container large enough to hold an adventurous campus lady is a Recycle bin. Perhaps, boxes are too expensive for campus boys. It’s only in campus where a guy will fast not for prayer but to save for a date. The same guy will spend all government loan on one weekend in the name of pleasing a gal then survive for the other 3 months. Do you expect such a guy to afford a box? Recycle bins are free and universal. That’s where all unwise campus ladies end up DUMPED.
“I don’t see the meaning of life anymore. I would rather be dead and forgotten. I just can’t take this anymore.” That’s a common statement spoken in tears by young campus ladies who find it hard to pull themselves off the Recycle bin. The nightmare they assumed occurs to the cheap and stupid has cornered them. Surprisingly enough they all know of the ugly ordeals of campus love games from the start and they promise to be very cautious. Unfortunately caution is no match for their naivety. As they venture into the new life full of freedom they land into the same hands used to damp their classmates and fellow ladies.
“He is different. He is not like them,” that’s what they claim in the first month of their first relationship. During my time in campus I’ve found this evil trend that only special ladies escape, though, by divine intervention. Many victims become suicidal. Some are strong enough to climb out of the recycle bin but sadly the seal of purity is gone. It’s one of the things that can never be regained once lost. They’ve exchanged their virginity for fake love. These ladies develop negativity towards men. Some even promise themselves never to get married.
Another lot climb up from the bin with a ‘thing’ bumping in their wombs. Ask abortion where most of these ‘things’ end up. “I’m too young too be a mother,” she claims. You should have thought about that before fornicating. A while later you find her in another man’s bed. I know what she’s seeking. She’s looking for acceptance. Abortion now makes her believe that she is unacceptable and unworthy. When a new man shows up, she believes she’s found heaven. Only her pillow can narrate how heaven suddenly becomes worse than hell.
Others are not strong enough. A new guy comes in and pulls her out of the bin. He wipes her tears and carries her home on his back. Tales of her broken heart end in bed with this new guy. Sympathy went a little bit too far. She finally ends in the same bin now much broken but twice shy. The weaker ones become campus harlots. They know the bugs in all campus hostels. Some graduate into commercial sex workers.
Another category look up from the recycle bin and see the LIGHT. These are the lucky lot. Unfortunately they have a major issue to deal with. Bitterness fills their hearts. They find it hard to forgive. That bars them from God.
I can conclusively say 99.9% of all campus relationships break up. The lucky 0.1% who end up married are those who are wise enough to save the best for the last. Others are married out of sympathy or due to pregnancy. Love goes to the bin. FORNICATION IS THE PASSWORD OF THIS RECYCLE BIN.
A word of advice: KEEP OFF CAMPUS RELATIONSHIPS. Make friends and never cross that line.
