You know she’s broke when she takes countless selfies holding a java coffee cup or next to a large pizza she’s sharing with five other (selfie taking, wannabe cool class) comrades. Two years, eight months and one week later yet my last encounter with her still shakes the pillars of my stomach. Anyway, so one rainy Saturday evening, my roommates break the good news that there’s a party at Co-operative University; chicks and booze sorted. Then we was served whisky in whisky glasses. My feet went on strike and before I blacked out, she was the girl I saw last, daring the fool comrade from Mumias.Drunk Co-operative University

Source: Standard Digital March 10, 2017 12:22 UTC