02/03/2023
UNZA LOVE TRIANGLE
Chapter 1
“Mmmmmh okay napapya maa, hope I make it back mwe lesa” I was wondering to myself after writing 1100 my second last sessional paper, my CA in the same course was younger than our last born who is 12 years old… “Boi you’ve seen, I told you that these two questions no matter what they will come mu sessional, plus those other two questions were equally simple, am assured of getting a minimum of 20 marks from all the four questions plus ka CA ni mbama ” Peter Banda Jnr said to Makan Anthony as they approached me, “ Mmmh iwe boi you are talking of 20? Ine ni ma 25marks from all the questons, only that my CA wasn’t that good so I might end up getting an A instead of A+ and should they make a mistake of giving me a B+ I swear am appealing” Anthony replied…. I was asking myself nati do these guys know how much am praying for even a bare pass pano ndi? “Boi Choolwe how was it for you?” Peter asked me and avoiding to look so dull I was like “kachoka boi waziba, it wasn’t as hard as I expected muntu wanga”… these guys couldn’t stop talking about the paper and it was just pricking me when I start recalling how many mistakes I made mu exam.. out of 4 questions I only finished 2 with full of mistakes, the other 2 I only managed to write section A and B leaving out C, D, na E… I just excused myself from them and used the long cut to my room…. Later on that day I went to Ridge way for my DR which was to be the following day...Passed midnight I was feeling kwati I have done nothing, whenever I finished a topic to go to the next one, ninshi I have forgotten the previous one, whilst muma P classes panicking, I just overheard two girls who were seated behind me saying let’s try and ask him, because we are just lying to ourselves here, i can see its math he’s solving, “what kind of temptation is this now? Do these girls know that in as much as they think they are lying to each other they are way better than me?” before they approached me I just picked up a fake phone call and left the class... utuntu… Lol… Am sure they waited and waited for me to come back but I was no were to be seen because the time I returned they had already left….
Its 12:50hrs and I have 4 topics to cover, the instructions for the examination say we are supposed to be seated in the exam room 30mins before the stipulated time which was 14:00hrs… the more I panicked to cover the remaining topics the more I felt I was confusing myself... Pa last I was just like Job 13:13, *vochitika vichitika, vondifika vindifike* and packed my books and went ku room to sleep a bit in the remaining minutes…. “Alo boi, boi…..iwe boi…….” my roommate woke me up, “thought you said you have a paper today at 14:00hrs” he asked… “yes muntu wandi, I just want to rest a bit before then” I answered him and he told me it was already 14:00hrs, checking on my phone it was exactly 14:09, I just rushed to the NLT 1 reaching there I was told to go to the lower cafeteria where my colleagues were, searched myself for any foreign material only to find that I had carried my phone, I don’t have any pen with me and on top of that I have forgotten my exam slip.. I now start sweating like no man’s business... I went back ku room, got all I needed and left the phone and within no time I was pa lower cafeteria, the guard checked my slip and asked me who told me to come ku lower cafeteria when all my friends were mu sports hall …before he continued making me look stupid I just rushed ku sports hall … "just take your time because there is no difference whether you write the paper or not coz you are almost blank" the inner me said… Am now by the door to the exam hall and the guard there stopped me ati only the chief invigilator can make a decision whether I should enter or not coz I was late by 25mins. The chief invigilator took time to come to attend to my issue because they had caught Victor Nyambe popularly as *Vicmalo * a mafosa with an 85 pages’ handout, without even bothering how that was possible I pushed myself inside, the guard grabbed me to take me outside but I seemed to overpower him so he called out for more man power but before then the chief invigilator came and ordered that they let me in...
Am now walking to go and seat ninshi apo everyone’s attention is on me because of the same noise I caused pa door… my shirt was wet with sweat, as confused as I was I used the same wet shirt to wipe my face… Within no time they distribute question papers and it’s time to start writing, I open the question paper only to find that the compulsory question that carried 40marks was one of the 4 topics I didn’t study, going to question 2 nayena no bwino bwino, 3 and 4 the difference is the same, question 5 looked user friendly as it only had a heart and Ear so I immediately selected it together with question 6 that I at least knew part A which carried 10 out of 25marks... I wrote the two questions I knew in the first hour of the 3hrs duration, now the problem is that I don’t know how to start these other remaining questions, I tried poking my immediate neighbor Chikonde PHIRI in front for answers and what comes first but umu guys asheta kwati he’s not even hearing me, so I raise my hand to go outside and as I was walking I was checking on the diagrams from all my fellow first years in that ka line, fortunately I got two, one for the Heart from Chikondi Mapalo Kabonde and Ear account from Betty Chunga..Am now seated on the toilet pan thinking how these other guys are enjoying answering these questions when ine am finding difficulties, moreover we are taught by the same lecturers in the same classes, does this confirm that am just dull? Before I could even answer myself I just heard a loud bang on the door and before I knew it two guards were already inside and started searching me, am sure they thought I had a paper or something, so they es**rted me back in the exam hall… Am back on my seat after at least copying two diagrams but wait a second!!i didn’t see which parts to label to start with, so I just sleep there because am blank, i just sat there counting the air-cones in the exam room then i saw a nice looking moma looking at me, am sure she could tell that the paper was hard for me, avoiding to look totally blank I pretended like I was just stretching my neck, but what do I write coz I have written all I know, so I just turn the question paper around and start writing what I will be doing pa holiday and my first year experience so that she thinks ndekafumya… it was time up and they started collecting papers and when it was my turn, the woman said I have been instructed not to collect yours… I start sweating now thinking maybe someone saw me copying until the woman explained that i have been given 20 extra minutes to cover up for the inconvenience earlier on pa door, I felt a bit relieved but again what am I going to be doing in that 20mins because I don’t have data, so I just tell the woman that am done and she collected my paper too….
Yes I have messed up in my last two papers but am done with exams anyway, I felt so light at last… straight away I went to pack in readiness to travel back home with the first bus the following day…I went straight to phone to call aba ku nganda that mailo lunch they should include me as I will be home by then…but just before I could call home I found 8 missed calls from an old childhood friend of mine Chama kanoka , and whenever this guy calls ninshi it’s a good deal because he's into clearing and forwarding so I try calling back but its telling me insufficient, “mmmmmh I just bought a soChe pack last-night and apa pene ama minutes yapwa? I only remember calling Chuma Mwiinga my girlfriend from home that mailo am coming..oh wait a second!!the guy called me on a zamtel line and I only bought ka airtel to airtel pack, so I rushed pa maunza spar to buy airtime , “Hello comrade, you know am telling these guys about the football tournament I sponsored in Chawama, this one is strictly for Yango taxi drivers but am thinking of organizing one for students here and Cbu but the problem with students is that they……….” "Hello Gershom" some girl who seemed not interested in what he was saying cut him short to tell him what she wanted, I also took this as an opportunity to run away whilst he was talking to the same girl... I bought airtime in the other and called back my friend “boi ati how, sorry I was writing the time you called, tsup?” I asked him “okay I see, how was it?”he asked me, kwati ma setting “Muntu wanga please just tell me what you called for don’t start asking useless questions” I blasted at him and he told me that he wanted me to es**rt him ku Chipata, Eastern Province over the weekend, he is taking two Fuso trucks to some farmer who bought them.. what a nice start to my holiday, “okay boi count me in I will be there mailo before 15hrs” I assured him… Early bells am on a Yango to the station, reached the station but power tools no bwino bwino as the one I found was fully booked and the next bus will be pa 09:00hrs. Awe I can’t wait because this is just 07:00hrs, so I just jump on a Likili bus and by 07:30hrs we are on our way, at last am out of school pressure, Lusaka here I come, I felt so nice going back home after such a long time... suddenly I noticed that majority of the passengers’ hair was brown with dust, am now wondering where the dust might have come from, I wanted to ask the woman I was seated next to but she seemed busy with changing her child’s diapers, the ka atmosphere even changed, i wondered if that was allowed on a public bus, "i cant wait for the guys doing Transport and Logistics at Nipa to finish and come correct such problems and perhaps introduce electronic tickets" i said to myself “ excuse me madam, do you mind if I open the window?” i asked the woman who answered with a big “NO” so I opened the window but to my surprise she blasted at me in a language I seemed not to understand… I then recalled how this “do you mind” question used to give me problems in high school so I immediately understood the woman and closed the window.
“Why can’t the government just award the contract of the chingola-solwezi road to someone else? We can’t afford to continue moving in public this dusty!!” a man in-front of me complained out loud to himself as he dusted his coat… it now clicked where the dusty on the passengers’ hair came from. The driver seemed to have sensed like I was in a hurry and before I knew it I was in Kapiri pa weigh bridge, “oh so this is the famous weigh bridge the town boasts of?” I wondered to myself and saw a newly wedded couple taking pictures just there kaili it’s the *hottest* place in town…. I even understood why that girl from my class who comes from here said whenever I what to visit her its just to call when I reach the weigh bridge and she’ll find me there… the bus was cleared and we were back on the road, as we passed Mulungushi University, i admired the front part of the school, it looked so nice I wondered if that’s what inspired their motto to be *the frontier of education*, the location of university made me understand why people from there respect Unza because had it not been for people traveling to Unza it wouldn’t have been known.. At last we are in kabwe!! Yeah you are right! *tunda station*, what a nice town kabwe is even if people say bad things about it, at least it contributes to the GDP of Zambia with those same K2 from the toilets… The bus parks, and am out to relieve myself from the famous toilets and probably buy something to eat kaili its now custom… Whilst urinating in the toilets I see this ka small boy standing next to me, “mmmmmh why don’t these guys just build another block for children because this boy might end up getting a ka *nsonkela* with what he’s seeing here” I wondered to myself as i was zipping up to go get myself a drink from the ka fast food next to the toilets. Got a fanta with some crisps and went back on the bus… “mmmmh did I leave my bag here?” I wondered as I found my backpack on the seat open, checking inside,the PC is gone………fyapena!!!
Watch out for Chapter 2
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