j-‘squart’ sports day manenos

October 29, 2008 at 1:21 pm | Posted in randommoments, whatsmakingnews | 4 Comments

i was about to rush over to class when i bumped into savvy’s post and i couldn’t keep this lingering any longer in the ‘drafts’ bin.
yaaaaani, this w/end there was the KRFUEA* 7 aside fixtures at Ngong’ but for more reasons than 1, my dice landed on JKUAT sports day at Juja. and yes i wasn’t as disappointed – especially towards the end…save for the moments when nothing was really happening and you wondered around the flat compound like a zombie. or is it nzembi (no pun!) he he.
by the way, this Uni, being the ultimate technology meltdown(our Massa-chew-set), wouldn’t we have seen a lil’ bit of sophistication in the organisation? i mean, at least, have participating teams….like on printed paper?
well, i aint a sportsguy, as savvy guessed (i retired from proffessional weight lifting some years back;)… rather, am giving sports reporting a try.
and its really ‘trying’ especially coz i was/am biased- i love b ball to bits.
now, on arrival, i was welcomed by a click of mogekeyo chicks, animatedly chatting away in the dialect….welcome to gashororo, i laughed at me.
Claysbar were the official sponsors and they had duly decorated the place with their banners and the hosts, refas and sundry wore ’em branded caps (campuserians and free t-shirts!).

the games kicked on a slow pace, yeah, the boring pleriminaries and USIU, Catho, KEMU, Daystar, MKU, KU, Egerton, Maseno,Strath, hosts Jkuat and some collez were there to be counted. There was T.T., Bball, Folli’ bo’, Lawn Tennis and i i saw some guys in Tae- Kwo Ndo gear.
Bball, as sure, attracted the biggest crowd but Folli’ Bo’ which i dont like as much took the mantle from it in the end. It was full of drama as ball was bobbed, smashed right into opponent faces…as dust rose amidst cheers. I dint karibia but i think i saw some Maseno guy jump 10 feet above the crowd.

As for basketball, the ‘real heat’ on the court was generated in the quarterfinals.

It was in this crowd that i bumped into a TTY (tired third year) from jkuat and we struck some rapport. He was so eager to share that soon, he was all over with talk about the rigours and tribulations of the architectural course he was pursuing (just read nzembi’s post) It made me feel like i was in holiday camp.

“ati passion? i had it when i started off but it faded soon as the real course began. all i have left are balls and courage to complete the course!”

i was agony uncle now, carefully examining my troubled nephew…and are there chicks in this course?

“mjamaa, dame akifika second year arch, wewe na yeye ni wanaume wawili!” /when a chick is in second year in architecture, you and her are two men you both feel nothing!/

tis from here that Andru (his name) ranted on the totally disastrous ratio at ‘Juja boys’ (as he called it)…and i thought it cool to pull out my ‘PIMP biz card’ (told him we got a lot of ass where i come from, enough for us and the needy!) and man, i said it as joke but dude chomoad his phone ready for a hook up!

the cheers from the court distracted our convo…JKUAT ‘alumni’ were shining ( they had two teams, the other were ‘straycats‘ who were banished to the alley, ha!). oh, and did i tell u how you’d expect a bball court to be all about babes and ball stunts? ahem! the court was in between two hostels (or halls of (male) residents) and like street bball, guys hanged over from everywhere (fire escapes..). Strath guys, like high school kids, were all over this supposedly new ride (a comely tour bus – those shuttles like Davanu tours that u usually find on the Nai- Arusha route.

the game was between USIU and the alumni. they tried, but the crowd notwithstanding, were whipped proper and the much better USIU-ians sailed to the finals. by the way, if Arse-n-all play beautiful football, methink USIU plays beautiful bball. but there was this JKUAT bballer, tall, lanky, light with shaggy hair who played real well and smart.

he was deservedly applauded.

the finals were between KEMU and USIU. by this time i was making rounds in the hostels that are so closely packed it reminded me of a book i read on those NAZI concentration camps in Austwitch!

Later, i headed to Gashororo, turned and dined several muturas (african sausage): they were delicious and BIG, on my!

i also assisted some friend who needed help with his ‘kanywaji’.

evening came on a bit too fast and i was getting cosy somewhere when Savvy hollered…it was dark and all was hazy to me and i couldn’t make out the directions of that ‘jkuat city clock’…so she breezed by on the bodaboda ride?

*the photo above was taken during the Strathmore tourney some weeks back….Campusrover..’cumming soon’ 😉 keep your eyes peeled!



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  1. the reason i said j-squart is coz there was this dude who should never touch a-ko-ho who openly irrigated soe trees around there…and my mind, dazed as it were thought of ‘squirting’ (dont google if ya dont know!) so, some little alterations, j-squart…plus it was the landmark for our crew—yaani alichoma picha na studio.

    sorry, dint carry my camera…next time, shots will be available.

  2. Lol..interesting…
    Damn! This year I missed the games. Was always a fan in the previous years 🙂
    u were among the cheering…it sure needed some feminine shrills….:)

    ati….’“mjamaa, dame akifika second year arch, wewe na yeye ni wanaume wawili!”…hehehe. That statement killed me! So now, am like a dude? Is that what he means?? Wacha I discover who that is! hehehe
    alifungua roho tu, sasa anawinda kwingine!

    And then…’ JKUAT bballer, tall, lanky, light with shaggy hair who played real well and smart….’ if it’s the guy am thinking about, then he’s really good.
    maybe he is then, si we ni old timer jkuat

    So how did you like our Gachororo (fondly called gash)?

    it was a good ‘of-campus’ hang out as we call it out here, kila kitu na bei ya wanafunzi!

  3. Interesting, missed the games too…but no, I came in walking all the way from the gate, no bodas this time.cool

    Yeah, our b-ball courts are funnily placed, between hostels, and the other one serves as a car park.
    they aint that bad though there was this ps who arrived abd interrupted the games on the car park

    Jkuat is still called juja boys sometimes, if there is a class with few chicks, they become like the boys to fit in..you surely do not want lectures singling you out..

    so you what do you do to hide?

  4. you dress like them, act like them..

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