The Egerton Kitchenette I Know

This is a haven, a darling, a bargain, a school, a nightmare, a no-go zone or better still a cupid joint depending on the unique makeup of each student in our campus. From the small background I got to unravel from the alumni of this university, this was a shock to most of them when its introduction dawned on them some years back; it meant no more heat in the room, no more delicacy aroma in the hostels.

But, I choose to read from a different script all together. In as much as this facilities ain’t reciprocal to the student population especially with the completion of hostels ongoing near the Ng’ombe plaza, we got swallow our pride and look at this from the brighter side. I choose to relate to these kitchenettes as grounds that we can get to experience the social world, that place where we can get to explore the social component of us.

A lot of us can get to shed the feathers of being shy, get rid of that talking phobia if we embrace the cooking time opportunity that can make us have lots of friends, after all none of us knows where or who our fellow comrades will be in future. That moment that we get to talk to the other, that person who is totally a stranger to you can bring up a complete make-over, that moment where you will get to up your esteem unknowingly. Again, we can get to up our cooking prowess by taking notes from others and also based on the fact that cooking in the midst of other students makes us cook better- no one wants to carry the tag of a ‘bad cook’

Interestingly, those of us still single can also get to meet their better halves in this very place, you never know for you cooking can draw a heart close for the better, or, get to meet that matchmaker. Again this is one place where behaviour is shaped especially where both ladies and gents cook together for the environment will most likely force one to be at his/her best in the course of cooking. Nonetheless, the waiting for one’s turn to cook gets to create the virtue of patience in us whereas the aspect of personal grooming for efficiency in ‘borrowing of coils’ is necessitated in this case.

But again, we need to fight this vice- tribalism for a better kitchenette experience and for fairness in the ‘borrowing’ process.

 

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