Wild campus birthday 🎂
In 2022, while I was still in campus, my birthday fell on a weekend, and my friends insisted we had to celebrate properly. We linked up in Rongai and organized a house party that started innocently with music, food, and laughter.
At first, everything was under control. But as the night went on, my friends kept handing me shots one after another. Every time I said I was done, someone shouted, “Birthday boy moja ya mwisho.” The room became louder, the music heavier, and my balance weaker.
The last clear memory I have is standing near the balcony trying to convince everyone I was still sober. A few minutes later, I was vomiting in the sink while my friends laughed and recorded videos they still threaten to post today.
After that, everything went blank.
The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache in a strange room. My phone battery was dead, one shoe was missing, and two girls were asleep in the same room. For a few seconds, I genuinely wondered whether I had been kidnapped.
Slowly, memories came back in pieces. Apparently, my friends had carried me into the room after I completely blacked out. The girls were friends of friends who had also stayed over after the party ended late at night.
It remains one of the funniest and most confusing nights of my campus life.