Pato told us a story about one of his friends who was in jail for three days.

“You mean a police cell?”

“No, I mean jail? Jela yenyewe.”

Apparently, the guy did not eat for three days. Not because he was hungry, which he was, or because the food was bad, which it was.

It was the manner in which the food was served. First, they put for you watery soup with few floating green algae-like matter pretending to be vegetables. Next, the serve you ugali that sinks deep in the soup. Next in line is cooking oil. White Kimbo cooking oil..yep, added after cooking. So to eat you have to reach past the floating oil, into the lake of soup to reach the ugali at the bottom.

Am thinking this is the least of problems facing the true story of another campus student. He may be in for a long time for a crime he did not commit.

He had gone to watch football at some club…and he put his Bonga points phone on the counter so he could raise his hands to cheer. A stranger did the same, only his was the expensive type. A few minutes later the stranger asked him if he could use his phone to make a phone call, since his (the stranger’s) was out of credit. The guy agreed since the stranger left his expensive phone behind as he went outside to make the ‘urgent call’.

He did not come back even after the game. The student, being a good guy, decided to keep the expensive phone on, so that when the owner called he could get back his phone.

The next thing he knew, cops had come for him in class, and he was whisked away to jail. Apparently, the real owner of the expensive phone had been murdered and the murderer had been traced through the mobile phone. He was successfully framed for murder. I don’t know if he’s been taken to court and proved innocent, but all i know is he’s still locked up.

So the next time you feel sufficiently philanthropic, give the guy a 10 bob and tell him to try Simu ya Jamii.

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