Universities have become spouse hunting hubs. Trust me, some folks have found their soulmate by week two of joining campus, but it took them months to spot the building where their course units were being taught!
So, it should not come as a surprise that while some people are graduating with degrees and honours, there are those who leave campus with husbands and babies! Stories have also been told of campo love tales turning tragic and not too long ago, a comrade from took his life after a love story turned tragic.
This left many stunned and heartbroken over the tragic death. It also left me questioning whether love in campus is a worthy affair!
Let me explain. There is a beautiful lot of attractive ladies in campus who should be put at a mile long distance if you are the weak-hearted type that goes into a semi heart attack if she gets a text message.
This is for you if you are the kind that suddenly turns into FBI agents if she got a phone call in the middle of the night and spoke with giggles and blushes, because these ladies require a strong-hearted guy who cannot quake even if he saw her with William Levy!
Dude, if your hyena self has convinced you to go nab a lady doing Tourism and Hospitality, then please make sure you have a Jack Bauer heart!
That discipline is flooded with beautiful ladies, not to mention the breed which has turned the black folk into racists, light skins! In such a relationship, especially if you are from an entirely different course, it will be all fun and games, fairly tale love et al until the lass goes to some high life tourist resort!
From there, brace your weak heart for some high voltage insecurity! She will be sharing pictures of herself in top class hotels, golf clubs, hanging out with who’s who and eating foods that even with the accumulative combination of all the little you saved from Helb, you cannot afford to pay for it!
You will have to get used to seeing her living on the fast lane, trotting the wilderness on safari tours and very fast she will transform from the mama who would spend time with you on that hostel feeding on bread crumps to a lady with a class way beyond your reach.
Wait till she returns from attachment with a set of standards far above the lanes of hostel life and chips mwitu! So Romeo, if you want to tread your hungry self into the Faculty of Tourism and Hospitality, please don’t say you weren’t warned!