It's 3:45pm... He sits on his seat feeling ever uneasy.
He tries to wonder what it is the foolish lecturer is trying to prove by still being in class.
He looks at his watch...3:59pm. It's as if time is not moving at all.
He tosses and turns on his seat till he is asked what it is that makes him so uneasy...
The lecturer eyes him waiting for an answer yet deep down inside he knows well what it is that ails the young man...
The young man eyes him back burning to yell ''IT'S FRIDAY YOU FOOL'' yet only manages to breathe out a weak ''nothing...sir''...
The lecturer resumes his class.
The student resumes his anxiety.
4:00pm
Like a queen she sits before her mirror admiring her endless beauty.
Like one excited to meet a lover she combs her hair in anticipation.
''Today he will finally prove his love for me''
''Today is the day that we become a couple''
Her heart leaps with inner joy. Her face glows with radiant beauty...
She looks at her watch...4:30pm
He runs away from class
Before the hour of truth will finally pass
He runs to meet up with his sweet sweet lass
To caress her neck, and grab that ass
Yet oblivious is he...
Of sin that may lead him to HIV...
A broken heart and an ended career
A life un-lived; in pursuit to meet her.
5:00pm
6:00pm...they walk the streets of Nairobi staggering towards their doom...
So early yet drunk; who was to know that such is what happens right after noon?
They dance till 7...drink till 8...
They are together from 11...in bed immediately after that date!
12midnight...
The hour many prefer not to prowl the street corners that are as insecure as the hearts of the innocent.
A time to rest as one yearns the weekend that draws ever so near...
Yet such is not so... for the sighs you can hear...
In the darkness of the night; under the thick cloud of secrecy...
Behind closed doors and under the sheets of infamy...
She crys out his name...
His fingers run across her velvet hair; their tips combing the combed hair
His lips purse onto hers in deep passion as hearts melt without a care
The contours of her form are ever so vivid in the darkness of his closed eyes...
He can see her, as she he, as the two become one soul.
The light of the moon illumes the starry sky
The heat of the cold wind whistles in tune to their sigh
4:00am
12 hours since the foolish lecturer imprisoned him in class.
12 hours now...and he is in the bed of a beautiful beautiful lass.
''Best 12 hours of my life'' he ponders.
5 to 6...a kiss; a hug
6 to 7...I'll miss you..my girl...
8 to 11 a class; a lecturer.
12 to 2 have lunch like a master.
2 to 3 we walk where no one will bother...
3 to 4...my son, you are a father!
Nothing serious...just Friday night campus!
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