A lady at my school lost her precious life to a raging fire incident in her room sometime later last week. Nobody really knows what happened but reports claim the fire was sprouted by an electric kettle which she had been using to heat some water, plugged into the sockets before fatefully dozing off with the doors locked from inside. I don’t recall the last time someone got burnt in a fire and never screamed for help. I mean, even if you were dead asleep, you gotta feel the smoke being emmitted choking you and wake up right? Or lets assume flames didn’t billow. Didn’t she scream for help? I only have a problem with the neighbors. How can someone be literally burning to death in the next room and you don’t hear a thing, only living to tell the story to the media in the name of ‘witness’ ? I am pretty heavy sleeper myself, I have once been carried off my bed and laid on the couch and I woke up the next day like nothing ever happened. But a fire, seriously? C’mon guys…
Now, it so happens that the deceased, Faith Victoria (R.I.P), was actually the better-half of someone I went to high school with and currently attend the same university with. Now I’d be gravely lying to you if I said the guy and I have been the closest of friends. We haven’t. But with the four years we spent together at Saints Yala and now the second year we’ve been together at JKUAT, I’d say we get along just fine. Cool dude, ever cheery whenever we brushed shoulders and always in a nice pair of shorts. I’ve been with this guy in the same campus for the second year running, and though we never see each other seven times a week, not once have I met this guy not in a pair of shorts. I know change is good but this guy’s consistency with his shorts, remarkable bana. You gotta give it up.
Any further details regarding what happened at the scene are not mine to divulge, we have relevant authorities for that. Besides, I have no idea myself. What turns me off are these crazy rumours milling all over JKUAT that the dude has since been arrested following the incident and is currently the Number 1, or Prime, suspect on the police list. I hear that’s what made the Prime time news yesterday too. I mean, guys, this ninja just lost his girlfriend. Don’t you think the last place he wants to be right now is on your stinky mouths? Quit talking already, the only thing we should be yanking wide open right now are our arms in support of the guy. We owe him that, at least I do. We’ve heard of guys commit suicide after breaking up with their girlfriends. That’s stupid. Take me to such a person and I’ll personally untie his loose body from the noose and set it ablaze. Know why? ‘Cause the girl is still alive and you have a practical chance of winning her back if you love her that much. Well, guess what? This dude will never see his girlfriend again! Painful, right? Now you know what he’s going through. So think hard before you go swirling baseless baloney regarding this issue.
Faith Victoria. I only had the pleasure of meeting her twice in her short lifetime. The first time was when a couple of friends and former classmates of mine were chilling in one of the guys’ hostel and he walked in with her. Actually, I wasn’t in the room when they came in. They were there when I came in. ‘Cause I remember I was about to get my groove on when I was informed by one of the jamaas that she was his bae. So I backed off. First rule of the Bro-Code; Never hit on your bro’s bae. The second time was at an end of semester bash that those very guys in that room and I organized. Averagely slender, tall, dark-skinned chic with the fashion sense of a Hollywood celebrity. She knew how to dress well, the very first thing that caught my eye when I walked into that room the first day and she was sitting there just tapping silent buttons on her phone, presumably WhatsApp-ing with a few pals.
Two days is a short period to fully know someone. And to be honest, I feel like I never really knew a thing about her. Well, except for the fact that she was gorgeous, fashionable and she didn’t snub me like most JKUAT chics do. But what I do know is that she didn’t deserve to kick the bucket that soon. No one does. And nobody deserves to go through what that guy is going through right now (By now should know already that am not stating his name here, for obvious reasons).
Fare thee well, Faith. I celebrate you.
And Sir, all shall be well. Take heart.
This is my tribute to a fallen comrade. A partial stranger.
(Now I don’t know if it’s negativity that fills me but am sure as hell some bugger somewhere has by now already concluded that this article is a shot at publicity, monetary gains…or whatever you may call it. Be informed that this is just a damn WordPress blog; nobody pays me a cent to publish an article here. Whatever I write is strictly from deep down and for the love of the pen. I mean what I write, and I don’t write what I don’t mean. I sat down this morning to write about my experience at Coke Studio yesterday but I thought about that girl and a discussion I had with a few friends last night on a WhatsApp group and I felt this girl deserved more than just those numerous ‘R.I.P’ comments floating all over the JKUAT group. This is just my way of saying her memory lives on. Peace! )