Caption: Me really Hungry for Chicken at Uni
It was a dull day at the University and we all knew we had
it coming, another day of tinned fish and rice.
As we walked pass the student mess, we could see the dreaded
Shipping container that had all the tinned catch of the day.
“Seriously dude tinned fish again someone please end my
misery” I shouted, and we all laughed handing out Hi five’s and walking past
the mess.
The low cost dinning, was nothing like we imagined it would
be at Uni, students started losing their nice chubby figures from home.
“Guys look at Nelson he looks like he went for liposuction
surgery” we laughed out loud
Some of us even had to tie plastic around our trousers to
keep them from hitting our ankles,
“Dude buy a belt you look like a marginalized street rat” we
could not stop making fun of ourselves
“Look Nancy lost her fun bags looks like they are dropping”
we laughed till we had a stitch.
It was like a success story for some obesity camp, where
even the fat had lost weight, through no
exercise but just eating three square
meals a day.
“This life is joke
I’m so skinny I look like Cat Williams” Ian Paul said as we sat around the dorm
area smoking and chewing betel nut
It was like facing the inevitable every time you stepped in
line with the rest of the country’s so called elites, you knew constipation and
hunger would go hand in hand for the next two days or so.
But apart from the rancid smell of the grease trap and the
occasional container rat, we survived.
We had fun and Rugby Union was the bomb, the brotherhood and
comradely, was too good.
“Oi guys time for training, let’s go” and just like that
every idiot in the room playing Rugby on my laptop would run out with rugby
boots in hand and we’d walk across to the field for a game of touch footy.
That was the routine; mornings we had classes, in the
afternoons we had training, and after that we met up with the gang and had the
worst dinner of our lives.
On Saturday we played our hearts out and on a Sunday we
would just laze around the room chilling, looking for ways to get some snacks.
“That’s it I’m calling my mum to send me money” Smith Young
said “Yes yah woo hoo that’s it lets go” everyone in the room shouted.
So it was me, Ian Paul and Smith young who walked over to
the ATM machine to get some money which his mum had sent earlier on.
As soon as we had the money a hoard of friend s came around
like flies buzzing around a dead beached whale.
“Guys Guys! Not much just a coke and some biscuits” Smith
said eyeing me, giving me the signal for the oncoming hoard.
“Shit dude lets ditch this place” I said “But where’s Ian
Paul?”
The dude was once again killing time chatting to this senior,
so I had to do something
“Dude you got a better chance with a dead moose than her” I
told him and we all burst out laughing, walking down to the dorm.
As soon as we opened
the room door it was like a concentration camp skinny shirt less dudes, playing
computer games puffing on roll cigarettes, using the coffee cup for an ash
tray.
It was like manna from heaven, a cold sip of a coke and a
taste of biscuit kept us going till we met our faith at the dinner table.
“Dude lets go for dinner I’m starving” Ian shouted, and just
like a band of depleted miners we slackly, made our way to the mass
Along the way we would shake hands with everyone that passed
us and even the occasional short skits poking fun at each other.
“Guys its Chicken!” I could smell it, “Seriously man” the
guys replied,
After I peeped into the mess hall, I could see the
hunger stricken faces munching on a drum stick,
I could taste the moist succulent chicken, but like any day
chicken was on the menu the line stretched so far you would be lucky to eat if you
came early.
“ Guys please someone pray, Ian pray for a miracle so we can
eat come chicken I’m dying” I said jokingly, but the boys didn't respond it
was now ten minutes into the long wait and at the second glance it was tin fish
again chicken had run out.
You could see the faces, and hear the grumbling and murmuring;
just like that we were so close yet so far away.
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