I remember how excited I was when my university calling letter came through.

Part of the letter read: 'You are to report to Egerton University Nakuru Town Campus' at a specific date and all I could think was "Freedom is coming tomorrow!"

You see, I grew up in Nairobi with very strict parents, where the only way you could miss church is if you were dying.

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So the calling letter meant that for once in my lifetime, after attending day schools all through, I could live by my own rules.

Excitedly, I packed my bags and made my way to NaxVegas.

However, nothing could prepare me for the culture shock I was to experience on my first day at the university.

As my parents escorted me to the admissions block, we couldn't help but keep picking up our jaws at how 'indecent' students seemed to dress.

One girl in particular had her cleavage out, dressed in low rise jeans leaving her stomach out and she confidently rocked body piercings and lots of cheap perfume.

This of course earned her many side-eyes from my very Christian African parents.

Not to mention, at the gate, just a few metres from where we stood, her mpoa with dreads turned up resulting in an ear-piercing shriek, before she hugged him passionately, holding his hand in public.

This public display of affection or rather 'tabia mbaya' soon resulted in the 'usikue kama huyo' lecture a great number of freshers, myself included, received that morning.

Daytime quickly passed and as evening approached, I made my way back to the hostel that my parents had helped me look for.

This is where I had my 'proper' welcome to the campus life.

The hostel, which has since been closed, was a mixed one, so I got to see a lot of shege.

For starters, most of the tenants were dating each other or people from neighbouring hostels; so there was a lot of kissing, holding hands and other forms of PDA.

Not to mention, the first night I arrived at the hostel was a Friday night. Imagine my shock seeing girls dressed in skirts/dresses/ shorts just beneath their bums getting picked in very big cars, some being driven by very old men.

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I remember asking myself, “kwani wanaenda wapi?”

And as I went to sleep, all I could think was 'Mimi sitawai kuwa bad girl kama hao.'

Lol! Let us all laugh together.

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