LOST IN LAW SCHOOL

Nothing prepares you for Kenya School of Law, heck you could read a million think pieces and ten thousand blogs, listen to anecdotes about the place from those who’ve gone before you and you still wouldn’t get the full insight you’ll need to manoeuvre your way about the school.

Class of 2021 and I hated it there. I hated walking on those treacherous pathways, navigating my way to my hall of a class. I hated the construction noises that found their way to my class and made it difficult if not impossible to hear the lecturers, especially when the mics would act up🤦🏿‍♀️. I hated being around so  many people at the same time and I for sure hated the invisible pressure I felt hovering over me from day one.

Don’t get me wrong, I love law and I love studying law I just hated the environment in which I was being forced to study it. But just when I was starting to get accustomed to the petrifying place corona came calling and with it schools and varsities closure and if we are being honest, I was somewhat elated🙈. And maybe hate is a strong word, but I lack another word that accurately describes how I felt whenever I was within the confines of the school.

I spent my days flipping through non-law books, netflix, twitter and YouTube, hanging out with my family, crashing candies, writing, looking for new recipes, sightseeing and having three hour long phone conversations with B who happens to be on the other side of the world, the side that’s pitch black when the sun’s fully out here.

The jarring reality of being a law student at Kenya School of Law made it’s way to the back of my mind, so far back that it still amazes me how I managed to retrieve it in the days past. I focused on doing those other things that I tremendously enjoy. The things that don’t make me panic when I don’t get them right the first time and whose outcome have no significant impact on my life.

I devoted majority of my time to cooking because I have this innate love for cooking. I made bhajias, chicken wings, deep fried chickens and samosas, things that I never had time to cook before the onset of the pandemic because of the fast paced nature of life.

Next on my list of ‘things to cook’ was Chicken Chow Mein but before I could get to it, the school rolled out online classes and alas!! the thing that I was subconsciously running away from found it’s way to my doorstep unannounced and without invitation. I love the online classes even though I find myself missing a handful of them😂😂😂😂😂😂.

One month down the line and I feel overwhelmed, thanks to project work, group work and attending the classes. Oral exam is in two months and I am extremely unprepared. The old me would have probably upbraided me for wasting the better part of the pandemic on nothingness instead of drowning myself in books but the new me is well aware that I am only human and thus entitled to take breaks whenever I’m inundated with life and everything it throws my way.

Tomorrow is 7th September 2020, a Monday. A study timetable and a promise to stick to it has been made, because I love myself too much to see myself fail at things that I can totally control. We shall start tomorrow and we shall win.

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I’m writing this while seated silently at my father’s balcony. Nyoyo is boiling noisily beside me and the heat from the jiko can’t help but warm my raven feet. The sky is grey, no traces of blue; a sign of a rainy day. The ground is wet and the day is gloomy because of the relentless drizzle that has been falling since noon.

It’s 6:20 pm, the day is bidding us farewell and the night is getting ready to take over. The sound of vehicles gliding the wet roads and the sirens from the nganyas plying the Southern Bypass have engulfed the air. I am happy and content but I still can’t help but think of how much I’ll miss this place when I finally move out😭.

Since we are talking about recipes how about you listen to The Recipe by SiR.