A letter to campus lovers

Dear comrades,

Once again, a dark cloud hangs over our heads.

Another bell has yet sounded in Moi University West Campus, where another student has died over a love gone sour.

As obvious, with a scratchy sound not suitable for the ears to hear. Everyone is struggling to find his way out of the scene. My inquisitive nature does not allow me to escape from the scene. I remain on the ground to establish what the mess is. To my surprise, a body is flashed out of the ladies’ hostel with a wailing of the siren, a sign of danger. I cannot hesitate moving towards the ambulance to witness what was going on. “Woi, aki ni Davy!” A trembling voice from a female student breaks the silence.

“Davy yupi?” This question gets fixed in my confused mind as I push those in front to pave way for a clear view. To my surprise, I see a guy bleeding profusely being rushed in the ambulance. Just before the vehicle starts its journey to the hospital, he is pronounced dead.

“What has caused the death?” I question myself joining the “Kamukunji” outside the hostel.

An eye witness narrates how Davy was stubbed by a guy over some chick.

Are our campuses meant for education or wives? Surely, how does a parent feel after paying school fees only to be rewarded with a corpse?

Ideally, relationships are meant for marriage after a mutual understanding of one another. However this is not the case in our universities where love affairs have been overtaken by sexual intimacy, abortions, heartbreaks, fights, and now murders which are being reported with frightening regularity.

Relationship is not total control over your lover. This is the route cause of increased cases of university relationship murders. Yes, love is patient, kind, and does not envy. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs, neither does it delight in evil but always trusts, hopes and perseveres.