Comrades are competing rabbits in getting intimate. To us, it’s like farting or yawning and has become an impulse action to be actively acted upon. ​A year ago, before moving out of the campus student residence, I shared a room with four jamaas. And like a butcher, our room was his personal butchery, where he’d slice, hack and cut different types of meat daily. And when the butcher and his like strike Bermuda triangles of campus ladies left, right and centre, the public knows.

Source: Standard Digital April 27, 2018 08:26 UTC