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VARSITY
CHRONICLES

LEADER TAPFUMA, Author of The Black Sheep (on Amazon).

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 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
They go to all those who support me. All students who
genuinely support my leadership walk. All those who hate
me, too. Let’s not waste your time, this was meant to be
brief. If you are reading this, you’re appreciated.
Disclaimer: All characters and names used are fake and they
do not imply anything. Enjoy!

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 CONTENTS
Page 3_______ ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Page 5_______ the act of kindness

Page 8_______ Umjolo the pandemic

Page 13______ what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

Page 18______ Umjolo the pandemic (Continued)

Page 26______ Varsity Life, nje

Page 33______ End note

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The act of kindness

As the night went by, he started returning to his sober

mind. He came to an amazing realization that he had spent
more time with her outside than they had previously
agreed on, before he left the room to afford the couple
some privacy. It was another windy Bulawayo night with
a menacing cheek-piercing drizzle. He long-pressed his
power button and stopped for a second, hiding the phone
beneath his jacket and peeping through from neck to
check the time. The lock screen read, “Sunday 21 April
2020, 02:59”. Home was the so-called ‘walking distance’
away from campus. On high alert, the young man walked
briskly, rapidly checking behind him for any robbers that
may want to ravage him.
House number 4883 in Marimba Road was a new
unfinished construction which the landlord decided to let
out some half-done rooms to students, as he raised funds
to finish it with rentals. Some of these houses being
unfinished ended up being neglected to shelter students –
as long as they brought in the green buck. It had no ceiling
and doors, when entering into these rooms; no handles
accompanied the door, so one had to place something
heavy to close the doors. It was the norm to have loud
Bluetooth speakers on weekend nights. They were meant
to distort the sounds made during intercourse. Somehow,
the girls seemed to make roof-breaking screams and
noises that would make one wonder whether if they were

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genuine or in a competition. Ama UBA will be at work,
won’t they?
Wet and looking stressed, Mthuli pounded with his
knuckles on the door, “Ey bruh… Vhura mnyango”. A
sigh of disappointment filled the roomed as they clothed
and wiped dry their sweating faces. The guy approached
the door and shoved off his roommate’s bed which he had
used to block the doorway.
Mthuli: Eta
Admire: Wadii
Mthuli: Yah
Mthuli, upon realizing that the girlfriend was still around,
he took out dry warm clothes from his closet and went to
change in the bathroom. She just piled herself in her guy’s
blankets covering head to toe. She had to make her
identity anonymous. Perhaps she was a side chick. While
Mthuli was away, the two started whispering to each
other.
Gugulethu: “Ah iwe Admire unota ndife here iwewe? Ndi
Mthulisi ka uyo?”
Admire: “Don’t worry babe, iwewe chiller. Ndokubuditsa
angorara.”
Gugulethu: “But why didn’t you tell me that you guys are
roommates. At least I could have not come here. What if
he see…”

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The stoned Mthuli entered and threw himself in bed and
fell dead asleep. It was around 05:30 A.M. that Admire
tried touching his girlfriend; she showed him no interest.
Instead, she asked him to accompany her back to her
house. The couple strolled down to Selborne Park as the
day broke.
Back at number 4833, two guys started fighting and
making noise for Mthuli who was trying to sleep off his
drunken stupor. Of the two guys fighting, was a hefty first
year student while the other was a lean final year student
who felt entitled to the house since he was the eldest. The
first year students had dumped some used condoms in the
chamber and flashed. Unfortunately, the condoms did not
go down the chamber but he was already out. They passed
by each other as the finalist was also getting into the same
toilet. He discovered the filthy act and stormed out to drag
back the hefty freshman. The two exchanged words till
their quarrel became quite annoying which woke up
Mthuli, taking a stick, fished out the condoms and dumped
them in the bin. The two eventually settled. What would
you have done if you were in Mtulisi’s position?

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Umjolo the pandemic

On a Wednesday morning before lectures, Mthulisi posted

his #wcw WhatsApp status update and went offline to
concentrate in class. Moments earlier, they had greeted
each other on campus and agreed to go for a photo shoot
later that day after lecturers. The relationship was one that
every other girl would admire to be in. They surely did the
bae goals with a shared 10k Instagram Account. The lady
always looked polished up; she had that glow on her face.
Filters were not her thing so she would call herself ‘the
natural goddess’. The couple took each other out for
movies, horse riding while wearing matching outfits.
Their social media accounts pretty much said it all.
Wednesday was a half day so lecturers ended around 3pm.
In the last SMA lecture, Mthuli’s phone started vibrating
as plenty messages were coming in on his iPhone 7 in the
pocket. He ignored the first five and then took it out. They
were messages from the final year student from his house.
Mugo: “Bro,
Svika paden ASAP haazvina kumira mushe
Kurumidza
Handina artime
Dai ndine airtime I coulda called u

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Where is Ur Girl?”
Mthuli: “Sup bro… Whatchu talking about man?”
Mugo: “Just come. Don’t worry everything is fine. It’s not
like there has been a tragic accident of something.”
Mthuli: “Okay cul ngiyabuya. Give me 20 minutes I will
be running.”
Mugo: “Sho…”
As the chat ended, Mthulisi abruptly packed his books in
his backpack storming out of the lecture room, to the
surprise of the lecturer, this was very unusual of Mthuli.
He did not get distracted and continued lecturing with the
remaining students. Panting with fury, Mthuli dropped his
backpack on the kitchen floor and drank water off the tap.
Mugo immediately heard him and proceeded to the
kitchen to meet his housemate. The two never talked
much to each other due to the language barrier. It forced
Mthuli to use more of Shona and English.
Mugo: “Sup bro. Haa mamhanya wena. Bho here?”
Mthuli: “Haa bho wangu. What happened? You got me
out of a SMA lecture man. It was already vexing me so
yeah…”
Mugo: “Bro, what happened the day you went ku bash
paya? Four five days ago isn’t? Yah pa weekend apa.”

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Mthuli: “Yah… But I hope you made me run for zwinhu
zwine musoro. I heard you mentioning my girl, what’s
up?”
Mugo: “Imbomira. Pindura muvhunzo first.”
Mthuli: “Bruh, did I commit a crime or what?”
Mugo: “Melan. I told you all is well. Just play along. I’m
doing this for you bruh.”
Mthuli: “Okay. The artist finished kuimba around 1 AM
then I think kuma 2; 2 ikoko that’s when I came. But it
was cold mmmm. Neka drizzle eish.”
Mugo: “Is that all?”
Mthuli: “Yah that’s all. Why?”
Mugo: “Ku Bash wakaenda na Gugu?”
Mthuli: “No. She was at her auntie’s.”
Mugo: (Chuckles till his eyes were filled with tears) “Aah
haha bro haa howo?? Ah okay… Mu room menyu
mamusina rimwe chick here so pawakapinda? But
Tuesday last week mamuri mese ku Terrific Tuesday ku
Chicken Inn, just less than a week mwana atova na
roommate wako ku Freaky Chic Saturday mu room mako
futi. Haa ama 2000 ndamatadza ayiaah!!”
Mthuli: “Bruh my Shona is not so good you know?”
Mugo: “Haa hiwe ndati wasn’t there another chick in your
room when you entered?”

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Mthuli: “Yes there was. But I never bothered to check
who it was. Ndandakatorohwa zwangu neWeed reku
bash.”
Mugo: “Bro that was Gugu your girlfriend there. I wonder
how you failed to recognize her.”
Mthuli: “Haa you lie. Gugu would never, shame!”
Mugo: “Hahaha Mjooolo haa okay inini I’ve done my
part. Thank me later. Uchauya hako uchiti siyabonga.
Hahaha tirikugadzirisa nyikaaa…”
Curious but not so sure, Mthulisi made phone calls to his
girlfriend to which she started by not picking until the line
became unavailable. This raised his suspicions. The next
move was to interrogate his roommate when he returned
from his lectures. Admire never showed up as expected so
the angry boyfriend decided to head towards Selborne
Park that night around 8. He did not get any chance to
make himself a proper meal so he took five loose biscuits
with him. As he reached the last junction to get into
Inkaka circle, a soft voice spoke into his left ear. Already
they had seized him from behind and holding him by his
belt, “Kipha ifoni kathesi.” He tried fighting but the evil
and fearless man sank a knife in his bum, and fled with
his iPhone 7, wallet which had school ID, 200 Rand and
one cigarette.
A cloud of turmoil filled the neighborhood as the young
man screamed loudly in agonizing pain. In a few minutes,
students had gathered on the scene. Great confusion

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characterized the place as quite a number of comrades had
their own (side; solution) to the problem. Campus clinic
was closed so that option was a non-starter. Getting him
into one of the houses would require the permission of the
landlords. The guy was fast losing blood from his rear
back. It gashed out like it had an electric pump. One
gentleman who seemed to have been given a call from one
of the students on the scene budged in through the circle
crowding around him and removed his trousers for
bandaging. After doing so, he asked the public not to
panic and assured them that an ambulance was on its way.
The school had no ambulance so he had called some
private ambulance.
In no time, Mthuli had been given a bed at United
Bulawayo Hospitals (UBH) casualty department. The
following morning, Mthulisi was woken up by a nurse
with news that he had a visitor. It was his unfaithful
girlfriend. (To be continued).

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What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
“The lecturer had a funny way in which he looked at me. It was as if he knew
me from before and he wanted to say something, maybe about back home or
something. I don’t know.”

“The other day he called me to his office and started making funny comments.
Like, hey you look cute today, hey I like your dress it reminds me of my wife
when she wants to be sexy during bedtime. Are you free this weekend?”

Sexual harassment is an undiscussed topic yet it’s woven

among our campuses like a spider web. One of the biggest
problems is that it is not well advertised or spoken about
plus, the ladies feel frightened to speak out.
Moyo was a “good lecturer”, always on point with his data
and nice suits. Girls crushed on him. The guy was rude to
boys. Every semester he made two or three female
favorite students who he casually called; to the office for
help with his work. The girls seemed to be okay with it.
They were toppers in his courses yet they never showed
up to do group assignments. They owned expensive
iPhones and their Instagram Accounts were vibrant with
active followers and crazy men who never stopped
sending their naughty pics in the DMs.
Lucy was a light skinned fine first year student. Fine is an
understatement. In actual fact, she was fire! She was that
type of girl that when she posts her pic on Instagram, all
gents would put her DM ablaze with fire emoji. Final
years were eyeing the new kid, male lecturers the same. I
did not like her though, haha… Lucy knew she was
beautiful. Getting to talk to her was an act of bravery that
would separate men from boys. She looked like a high-

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end import from Ethiopia; she was Ndebele. She looked
like the Prophet’s wife but with some more defined body
parts. The lady stayed in some Suburbs in Bulawayo and
she seemed to have spent her entire life in the City of
Kings. She seemed to have little exposure especially
about other cities in the country.
Moyo who was in his early 30s was Lucy’s Business
Management Lecturer. He had already spotted her from
the first day. The young lady sat in front, so it was good
fortunes to the lecturer. The cunning man would not leave
the room without getting closer to speak with her with a
lower deeper voice in Ndebele. It was as if he was just
comfortable to ask her about other kids such as those that
would have bunked his lectures, those that made noise etc.
The lady was made class representative and given spare
keys to the office to access anytime she felt like studying
in privacy. As if that kind gesture was not enough, he gave
her his login details to the school staff Wi-Fi which was
faster and less congested. It was all done in the name of
wanting to empower the girl-child, he would say.
The other lecture day, Moyo gave his kids an in-class test
and asked them to submit scripts through Lucy since she
was the Class Rep. She collected them and left for the
office. She wore a tight miniskirt revealing her light legs.
The ponytail of her braids was stretching below the level
of her miniskirt. That’s how short it was. Boys could not
resist looking at her as she went out.

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Moyo was seated on his rotating chair behind his desk
with an empty teacup to his front. He kept looking weirdly
at the poor lady with a cunning smile on his face. There
was an awkward silence in the room so she started.
Lucy: “Here are the papers Sir.”
Moyo: “Good job my daughter, you are such a wonderful
girl. I wish I had a child like you.”
Lucy: (Blushing and feeling a little shy) “Thank you Sir.”
Moyo: “Nooo no no no, don’t even mention. I have not
started with you. Can you turn around?”
Lucy: (Confused and knowing that her skirt might be a
little up as she had strolled the stairs, she remained
stationary). “I’m rushing Sir. Today I’m taking the
ZUPCO.”
Moyo: “Nooo no no no, I can take you home. Uyabona
ijug lelo behind you? That’s the one I wanted you to see.
It has hot water inside just like you. Please pour some in
this cup, use those ingredients to make me some tea.”
Lucy: “Okay Sir. How many sugars do you take?”
Moyo: “I trust your taste buds, daughter. I know you will
do justice”
The lady intentionally added one level teaspoon into the
big cup, steered it and gave it to him. It had a strong tea
taste with little sugar. He sipped the tea two times and
continued stalking his prey.

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Moyo: “So you said you want to go early?”
Lucy: “Yes Sir.”
Moyo: “You want to leave me alone? Your skirt looks
nice. Let me accompany you. Beautiful kids like you do
not use public transport. There are vultures out there.”
Lucy: “Haha sorry Sir, but I’m running late. Thank you
for the compliments, I’m leaving now.”
Moyo: “How about a hug nje? Hey!”
Lucy stormed out of the room. The disappointed lecturer
looked at her intently with a straight face as she turned
down his requests while walking away from his presence.
What she had just done had its obvious consequences. He
added three more teaspoons of sugar to the tea and
finished it. He also arranged his tools to make sure they
are in good shape before leaving office.
The following lecture day, he returned with assessed
scripts and looked for Lucy. She had changed position to
sit at the back of the class. He followed down the middle
and gave Lucy the scripts to distribute. That day she wore
a long black dress with a small jean jacket and some
expensive jewelry. She asked the other 200 students to
come to her desk to collect their papers later after the
lecture. She brought out hers and the essay she wrote had
red pen scribbling on top, just some crossing lines and no
score passed. All other scripts had a corresponding score.
She was saddened by this and could not focus the entire
two hours.

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The clever lady wanted to limit her frequency to the office
so she quickly went to the front before he left to ask about
her assessment. Frowning his face, Moyo took the script
and browsed the essay for less than a minute and gave a
52%. She was not satisfied but she did not want to say
much that would end up in her being invited to make tea
again.

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Umjolo the pandemic (Continued)

Feeling up with rage and his eyes becoming red with fury,
Mthuli tried hard to maintain his calmness. Sorrowful
Gugu placed her hand on his chest which in turn, was
tossed away by her boyfriend.
Gugu: “Baby why? It’s me.”
Mthuli: “Did you use a condom?”
Gugu: “What do you mean babe? You know we both hate
them. What? What are you talking about?”
Mthuli: “Leave! I don’t want to see you again. Nurse?
Nurse? Take away this bitch!”
The dramatic scene drew the attention of the entire ward
and people were left questioning. One student was in the
same ward, and he knew the two that they were a couple.
He chuckled till he started an annoying uncontrollable
cough that ended after he was given a cup of water by a
nurse. Gugu was perplexed so she started shivering and
developing goosebumps. She looked down and did a brisk
walk of shame down the passage and got into a taxi.
On her way home, she called Admire and asked what had
happened to Mthulisi.
Gugu: “Admire did you tell my boyfriend about us?”
Admire: “No! What the fuck? Why would I do that? I
heard he was robbed going to the club. How is he?”

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Gugu: “Sha things are not okay. He seems to be
recovering though but he called me bitch and asked
whether I used a condom. I’m suspecting somebody told
him. Are you sure you didn’t?”
Admire: “Baby, leave him and his craziness. I never told
him shit. Where are you?”
Gugu: “Let’s text, I’ve run out of airtime.”
Admire: “Inini I love you baby.”
Gugu: “Sha Mthulisi buys me everything I want sha, stop.
I’m in trouble.”
The line dropped as she arrived and made her payment for
the service. It was windy so she held her skirt as she
crossed the road to walk home. Admire was already
texting her whether she was free for a sleepover since he
was alone in the room. She found that quite offensive so
she had to reach home and get settled before replying to
the heartless selfish texts. She set on her bed, connected
to Wi-Fi and asked for a WhatsApp call.
Gugu: “Hello.”
Admire: “Hey sweerie”
Gugu: “Don’t call me sweerie. You caused me problems.
I don’t think Mthulisi will ever forgive me for what I did
with you.”
Admire: “Nah skawara baby. I will handle him.”
Gugu: “How? You can’t restore our relationship wena!”
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Admire: “Sha you already have a new boyfriend. Get used
sha. Plus I have better cock futi.”
Gugu: “You’re so selfish! I regret the day I came to your
room day re bash. (She started sobbing). You have no
heart. Don’t ever talk to me again you pervert! I will work
things out with Mthulisi.”
Admire: “Wangu wangu wangu! Nyarara zvako! It’s not
like I forced you to come to my room ka and have sex with
me. After all, who started flirting and sending nudes? Who
said her boyfriend isn’t good in bed? Oh by the way, you
give good BJs. Bye!”
He dropped the call and went out to smoke his cigarette.
Mugo: “Iih bruh matikwadza nemogo dzenyu idzi. Bayai
kure uko!”
Admire: “Tough luck G!”
Mugo: “Ko indawa ndrungonzwa muchipopota, safe here
ma streets?”
Admire: “Sha kahure kaya kaya kakuda kundismudzira
mhepo.”
Mugo: “Kapi? Ka babe ke bharanzi here?”
Admire: “Ehe sha nxaa! Kunditi pervert inini apa ndiko
kaida, kachiti kane nzara what what.”
Mugo: “Haa siyana nako. Ndipe number dzako nditaure
nako. Ndikapedzere inini.”

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Admire: “Haa bro, o tora. Handichadi drama mu life
mangu! “
Mugo: “Right ehe waspaka zve. Mira ndokusoftira.”
Admire: “Melan! I don’t want her any closer.”
Mugo started texting Gugu. She opened to check the
profile picture and recognized the face. He was asking her
to be her shoulder to cry on. Anytime she was in trouble,
he promised he would be her “pillar of strength”. She
poured her heart with him and asked him to help her soften
Mthulisi for her to talk and explain things. Around 9 P.M.
he replied, “I will try but the nigger doesn’t play when
he’s pissed”.
Two days down the line, Gugu skipped her monthly
period and that drove her crazy. She sought for a
pregnancy test kit and the result was positive. With tears
all over her face, she tried calling Admire. The guy did not
pick up his phone so she called Mugo. Mugo was shot for
Mugove. The lady poured her heart to him and threatened
to commit suicide if Admire denies responsibility. The
conversation was a bit irksome to the final year student
but he had to try and be the big brother. Of course, his
intentions from day one were to get that chick some day
when nobody knew. Maybe we should just talk about
Mugo.
Mugove was a bright student in the department of Civil
Engineering. He had learnt for the previous 4 to 5 years
and had developed so much experience. Throughout his

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campus life, the man had witnessed four intakes. This
means he had had four chances to try and scoop for
himself a fresh honey. As an Engineering student, you
don’t normally find time for these things, especially in
your final year where you will be facing a dissertation
project. Gugu was that easy-to-get campus sweetheart.
She was in her second year and she seemed experienced.
With the way things had turned for Gugu, Mugo felt that
he should slowly cut ties. Getting her number was wrong
in the first place. The best he could do was to get an on
campus student leader to assist.
The Minister of Students Welfare was a fun-loving slay
king-ish type of gentleman. He was a no nonsense guy
always on point. Some freshman thought he was a
lecturer. This guy seemed to have poor self-control when
it came to the other gender. He used a private office on
campus which for that semester turned into a bedroom
with discoveries of used condoms by the end of the
semester. These things often go untold but inini
kutongotaurawo nyaya semaziiro andinoiita. Mugo
texted the politician and asked him to assist the girl whose
number he attached in the chat. He told him everything
that he needed to know.
In no time the Minister had texted Gugu and asked her to
visit his office when she finds time.
Minister: “Hi. You are Gugu right?”
Gugu: “Yes?”

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Minister: “Feel comfortable. I want to get you help. So
you are pregnant?”
Gugu: “How did you know?”
Minister: “That no longer matters. I just wanna help sha.
So o, take here. It’s the Dean’s number. She can assist.”
Gugu: “I don’t think I’m comfortable sharing my personal
life with a member of staff. I don’t feel comfortable you
knowing this about me.”
Minister: “Calm down babes, I’m here to help sha. Inini I
have been through ups and downs myself. I understand
what you are going through.”
Gugu: “Uyahlanya wena. Bye!”
She left and never returned. She didn’t bother to take the
Dean’s number which he had scribbled and plucked out
of his sticky notebook. The Minister got agitated by the
lady’s response as someone who was used to praises, such
resentment from a fellow student was unexpected. He did
not bother for too long about that and carried on with his
business. What business? He was watching YouTube
music videos and bunking a lecture.

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A dark cloud of turmoil befell the campus in just a space
of three weeks. The misfortunate period marked
unexpected tragic endings that left the survivors hopeless.
Sad news propagated like a veld fire; on campus that
Mthulisi had kicked the bucket. The spotless, innocent
young man had gone to be with his Master. How did it
happen?
Postmortem results claimed that he had lost too much
blood from the stabbing incident during the robbery. They
also alluded the fact that he was stressed. His Blood
Pressure was too high. Mthuli was 21 and the only son to
his 45 year old divorced mother. She had managed to
afford a decent life for herself and her only son working
in the public service. The loss of Mthulisi shook down
baobabs from the tree. His funeral was scheduled for
Saturday 8th of June 2019.
His classmates, the school administration representatives,
friends from Mpopoma where he resided originally,
relatives and the mother were in attendance in
remembrance of their irreplaceable Mthulisi. As they
were gathered in the grieving, the dark morning decided
to take a sharper left turn, Gugulethu had committed
suicide. The young lady had thrown herself in front of a
charging train earlier around 4 AM. Words cannot explain
the toll and gravity of this calamity to the school
community.
Gugu’s body was found by a man who had decided to get
to town on foot from Nketa, so he had to cut the distance

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by trekking off the railway line. Around 6 AM, tattered
and unidentifiable, her body was already under the eyes
of crows. Mr. Mlalalzi got the shock of his life so he fled
and went straight to the Bulawayo Central Police Station
to report the tragic scene. As he relayed what he saw, the
police officer in attendance complained that they had no
jurisdiction in the area he had discovered the body.
Agitated by the cold response, Mlalazi caused a dramatic
pandemonium that attracted the attention of the officer in
charge.
The one-man protest yielded the needed assistance and the
girl was identified. Her school ID card was in her purse
that was lying about 20 meters away from the body. The
police protocol followed and the body was salvaged and
preserved. The school was informed of another funeral to
be attended on the same day.
That was the end of the buoyant couple. The shared
Instagram account grew significantly in the follower
count from 10K to 12K in a space of two days. People
were only left with pictures and videos to remember this
campus couple. “We are a sad generation with happy
pictures.”

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Varsity Life, nje…

University is characterized by people from various

backgrounds, some from poor, some from rich, and some
from middleclass, they differ. What is common among the
students is that they are all learners. The societal pressures
among students lead to some irrational impulsive
decisions. One can do anything in a bid to remain relevant
to maintain a certain lifestyle. Surely, anything can be
done.
Bright was one of a kind. This first year student always
gave a confusing posture. Looking at him from behind,
one would be certain that that he was a female person. He
was that type of person that was raised in a feminine setup
while a boy. “Guys I’m not gay”, so he would argue with
his melodious voice. He actually looked more feminine
than the females themselves. In fact, he was a slay queen
on campus. For the record, I will write this, that our
Zimbabwean law is antigay so if one is caught in the act,
they are not a free man. Ironically, you may be placed in
a jail to serve your years there, together with other men.
They say the love of money is the root to all evil but
sometimes hunger will drive you crazy in the sense that
you will perceive as if nothing looks evil in your eyes.
Two second year female students from the commerce
department were wailing in poverty. The duo were
roommates who had run out of foodstuffs, basic toiletries,
money, even sanitary pads. This implied that the two
could not afford and cater for their basic female hygiene

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needs. They both had a similar background being born and
raised in the AFM Church. At school they maintained a
low key life and always attending lunch hour services.
It so happened that Tracy remembered a man that gave her
a lift the other day when she was heading home from
town. Her bus fare was not enough for her to board an
Expriccos Taxis so she went to hike by Max Garage. That
is where she met the unusual George. George looked to be
in his late twenties with a fair light skin. He wore boxers
that would reveal his private parts had it not been for him
to wear an underwear. He wore a spotless white vest and
an expensive looking silver neck chain. His sideburns
looked hot for the lady so she kept looking to the left to
see the driver. However, he somehow looked too clean for
a guy her type. She was already testing his potential in her
mind. She also didn’t look like the type that asks for taxi
fare.
Tracy: “So Sir, how are you handling life in Zimbabwe?”
George: “Haha tirikungojingirisa”
Tracy: (She chuckled and spoke), “that’s it Sir” (she
waited for him to say something, so there was about ten
seconds of silence).
George: “So what do you do and what’s your name?”
Tracy: “I’m Tracy sir. A student. I enjoy meeting new
people and networking. Part time I also dance. But I just
do it in front of my mirror” (She chuckles again).

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George: “I see. Cool. Take this, my business card. I’m
looking for any gay student. If you find one give them my
number or give me their number. Okay let’s do it this way.
Give me the student’s number and I will give you 100 US.
Take this 20 US and buy yourself a drink.”
Tracy was astounded by this unusual yet quite confident
gesture. She remembered the news headline she saw the
other day saying, “80% Bulawayo gay?” She never
thought twice before she had already handed over poor
Bright’s contact to the driver. He brought out a sparkling
clean hundred dollar note, raised it in the air and blessed
her with it. The smile on her face could tell how ecstatic
she fell inside her. The joy was hard to contain. “Yessss,
she shouted, roomie you won’t believe what happened
today!” The two headed to town the same day for some
shopping. “This can only be God’s grace. Hmm tatafa
gore rino”, replied excited Lorraine.
Sooner than later, the girls had discovered a rather
indecorous way of surviving at school. Tracy and
Lorraine told themselves that sleeping on an empty
stomach was a thing of the past. They would get in town
late and board private lifts back to Selborne. It was a
routine they would repeat in circles till they found
themselves a client for the night. The two had turned from
poor hungry church mice to loose cunning prostitutes.
Their social media accounts got sudden revamping. They
gave themselves funny Instagram usernames such as
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They suddenly became fans of Cardi B music, calling
themselves “independent ladies”.
The life was fast. Two semesters were packed with vast
action. Bright who was sold out two days later he received
a call on a weekend in September when schools had just
opened.
Bright: “Who am I speaking to?”
George: “Hey sweerie! This is Miles.”
Bright: “Uh… How can I help you Mr. Miles?”
George (Miles): “I’m looking for Bright, is this Bright?”
Bright: “Yes Sir it is. How can I help you?”
George (Miles): “Are you free this weekend. We have a
gig. It’s fun. We have all the alcohol you want. Come and
you will never regret. It’s at my flat in town. I can
WhatsApp you the location.”
Bright: “Oh! How so kind of you. Should I bring some
friends?”
George (Miles): “Yeah but uhm, maybe if you have one
or two chicks it will be fine. No boys.”
Bright: “Say no more bro! We are coming. So you said
what time? I like meeting up with new people and
socializing. Vele my weekend will be lit now.”
George (Miles): “7 PM till you drop dead!”

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Bright looked for the hottest trending girls on campus who
happened to be Tracy and Lorraine. As soon as he told
them about the Saturday event, they were in! He
pretended as if he knew much about the caller so he could
convince them to party with him. Bright was more
inclined to playing with girls than boys. He would vibe
with them so easy. By 18:45 HRS they had arrived and a
gentleman clothed like a lady served them glasses of
Strettons. Head-splitting music played and one had to
shout while standing next to the next person to
communicate.
The three newcomers were visibly perplexed. You could
see their minds tossing around while they tried hard to
catch up with what was going on. Alcohol and meat kept
coming their way as they were asked to dance. George
emerged from the direction of the passage. He wore a
night time robe, shower cap in his head and a pair of
original Gucci slopes.
Tracy: “Oh Mr. George you’re here!”
George: “Yeah! I see you brought me the new babe on
campus. How so kind. How did you guys get to know
about the party?”
Tracy: (Looking and placing her hand on her friend) she
is happy to be here Sir.
George: “No no no, I mean Bright.”
Tracy: (Puzzled) “oh yeah, he invited us!”

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George: “Hi Bright. You look sweet today. Can you turn
around?”
Bright: “I’m looking for Mr. Miles. He is the one that
invited us here.”
George: “Laughs for ten seconds straight. I’m also called
Miles. Now let’s not waste our fun talking. Let’s drink!
You guys let’s play cards. Big number out. The bottom
two take shots. DJ play me some Tekno, Pana. Just put a
Naija playlist and I’ll pay you with all the beers you
want!”
Including George and the DJ, there were 7 men in the
house. Some were shirtless, some were clothed like some
slay queens. They all played the cards and got wasted. The
alcohol supply was infinite so everyone gobbled their
gallons. From the shots, Bright became quite intoxicated
and he slept. The girls had taken more than they could
handle so they vomited and passed out.
The 7 men including the DJ sodomized the young poor
boy from school. He was tossed around and exchanged
like a worthless thing. The filth in the house was unheard
of. George was ruthless. He turned from serene and
feminine to beastly. Bright was left soar and helpless. You
could see the boy anguishing but he failing to cry or call
for help because of the heavy intoxication.
The following morning, the three students had a strong
hangover but George had to drop them at their respective
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and asked them to return the following weekend.

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Endnote

Life at university is not always as tricky as the way I

describe in the previous chapters. It can also be spiritually
uplifting. It can be a time to find your purpose in life and
to start on a career path that one ends in. Some do find the
love of their lives at Varsity although sometimes you get
several “life partners” but okukhulu luthando. Be it
motivation, beauty products, market gardening, Church,
Clubs, leadership, you should just do something. But in
everything my friends, we have to create employment and
it is possible!
Unfortunately, our schools have uninventive scientists
and engineers and unmotivated managers. The
accountants do not know current affairs or official rates.
The journalists cannot write unless if it is for marks. It’s a
pandemic! The IT courses give you databases of oranges
and bananas for Data Analysis.
We need to self-introspect and be honest with ourselves.
If we intend to change our lives, we can start by changing
the way we view the world. We cannot be outcompeted
by generations that had no internet access. No. Never!
A Luta Continua!

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