Tomorrow I shall be sitting my last undergraduate examinations which ‘partially’ fulfils the requirements of the award of degree of Bachelor of Science in Communication and Public Relations. The four years at Moi University have been an ‘experience’. Yet, I can confidently say most of the classes I attended were intellectually ‘underwhelming’.
I learnt under one professor, several “Dr.’s” and a few assistant lecturers, many of them masters students, few who were ‘clueless’ and, like former bright undergraduates, just mastered the course contents inscribed in course handouts. Overall, those course units were good; method of delivery was fair; retention rate was average; and application rate was excellent! Once or twice, I silently protested ‘jubileelization’ of the lectures.
There were moments of laughters. There were deadlines not met. There were punitive ‘CAT marks’. There were lecturers who taught me to pass exams and those who inspired me to think. These in the latter group were few but they remain the most profound.
I was taught by both males and females. Some were scholars, some were pedestrians.
Some had travelled and so had “worldviews”. Others had not, and remained with “villageviews”.
Some gave more; others gave less. Some allowed classroom debates on issues;
others knew it all and you knew nothing. Some boycotted their classes till it was days to exams;
some taught without boycotts, or paid up for lost time with make up classes. Some loved teaching.
Others taught for the money. Some failed me; I failed some.
At Moi, we thought the university was a place we could think anything; argue anything; be idealists.
At Moi, we wrote tales, scribbled the walls at student centre with ‘opinion’ pieces.
And, at Moi, we realized we were wrong! At Moi we politicked, we ranted, we did what it is that our young ages allowed us to do.
Some were bad things;some were good things. Some were mistakes;some were achievements.
Some were rewarded; some were punished. We were mobs; We were teams; we were comrades. We were scholars; we were realists; we were positivists.
We pushed hard, we worked smart, we made friends. At Moi, we were mosaics, we were nationalists and yes, we were tribalists.
At Moi, we were christians; then agnostics, then atheists; then, we were satanists and christians, again. We were pious and we were evil.
At Moi, We were virgins and then we were wide open! At Moi, we followed others, we led others.
At Moi, we were used; we used others. At Moi, we we were schooled; we were educated; we learnt. Yet, at Moi, sometimes, we were baked! half-baked? fully baked? May be.
We walked in innocent boys and girls; we are walking out guilty men and women. Knowledge guilt? Be all these as they may; We, at Moi, walks out better than we walked in – isn’t that what universities are for?
Thank you the Class of 2014! We will be anywhere in the world!