Religious Congress speaks his heart out......

 

 It has always been a silent position, maybe it's different this year. By the way, this position serves that religious concious stand in the Student's Union Of Egerton University.

 

He is a Christian Union member, taking over from the SDA that was represented last year by Gilbert Juma

 

 

 

 

 Here's is what he has to say

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Douglas Mutuma Karungi

brothers n sisters in eger i salute u all in JESUS NAME.......we av startd the new sem...lets.b responsible of our actions n evrythng we say....lets respect our leaders n also leaders 2 respect evry person in his/her capacity....leaders to remember they r fighting 4 the rights of the students n not their personal benefits or privilenges of their offices as some may say or think...lets work 2getha 2 change eger....GOD bless egerton...GOD bless kenya.

By DOUGLAS MUTUMA KARUNGI..
RELIGIOUS CONGRESS
EGERTON SUEU

We are now Online Egertonians registrationwise, this is how you do it..........

We have gone online at last.

This is a parallel registration process where we will do the manual thing and at the same time the online way. You can do it from the comfort of your phone, laptop, tablet or better still the cyber, wherever, whenever!

This is how you do it, click here Register here http://studentportal.egerton.ac.ke

 Register here

But, it doesn't mean we will rely on this, the Sec Gen to the students union will communicate on this. It is now live people.

Studying at Egerton, yes, but do you want to get 5000 bob? Here is the chance...

Call for Articles for the Seeds of Gold Magazine
The Division of Research and Extension is soliciting submission of articles for review and consideration for publication in the soon to be launched “Seeds of Gold Magazine”. The University in collaboration with the Nation Media Group is to help share your stories about how agricultural knowledge and innovation are helping to address major development challenges and make a real difference in the lives of the farmers’ community. The Seeds of Gold, will be a weekly publication in the Saturday Nation magazine. The objectives of the magazine are to describe technological advances in agriculture and convey news about important agricultural developments and describe the Universities or student activities and programs. Each issue will present practical information on efficient and responsible agricultural technologies, extension and outreach activities all in an easy-to-read format. Please submit manuscripts, in electronic format (email attachment) directly to the Division of Research and Extension at seedsofgold@egerton.ac.ke or call mwas @ 0728435400 or Marto @ 0725295437. Any questions may also be directed to the same in case of clarifications.

In your article, show how research and agricultural initiatives are transformed into practice using the following guidelines (the articles should be in prose and Jargon is, by and large, to be avoided):
1. Background – what was the drive behind the new development?
2. Description of how the new development works and how it is changing real lives.
3. Hurdles and challenges that were or will be overcome.
4. Comments and experiences of ‘developers’ and users.
5. Limitations/constraints/future challenges.
6. Responses from relevant/significant bodies if possible (e.g. partner organizations).
7. What next in terms of development? What lessons have been learnt/can be transferred elsewhere?
8. The articles should be enlivened and set for public audience.

Article length is less than 1000 words. Please note, longer article will not be considered.
Please send articles rather than research type papers. All articles received will be submitted to the Nations’ editor for their consideration and selection. Any published article will earn the author an appreciation token of Ksh.5000.

~THE JOURNEY OF LOVE~

Someone comes into your life, Befriends you, He or she starts being so special to you, That person becomes so close to you, He or she starts to mean everything to you, you start to miss that person, and you then realize that your life can't go on without him or her, you start missing food and sleep! Your life totally changes. That person promises you heaven on earth and He or she keeps on telling you that he/she is different from the ones you have ever had. You heart gets softened till you surrender it to that special person you call heaven sent.

Everything goes on well, you share good moments... but suddenly, he/she starts to change after getting what they wanted, He or she reduces on the texts and calls, they start to build up many excuses, That sweet heart of yours starts becoming too busy for you...

You start to cry, plead and ask forgiveness but all in vain till you’re dumped and they move on.You get heart-broken; you swear never to fall in love again.You start hating love, you start saying that all men and women are the same basing on what that heartless ex did to you, you start distrusting everyone.

You live a single a life but after sometime, you start admiring your happy friends in love, loneliness squeezes you then you decide to try loving a gain. Another handsome dude or lady comes into your life, you start to think that he or she is heaven sent but still you go through the same process, Friends that’s the journey of love, No one who can escape it and no one who will never get heart broken. So if you have someone who is treating you like a king or a queen, truly and faithfully love that person because true love is hard to find. Do whatever it takes for both of you to last longer. Don’t easily dump that person because of minor disagreements. Call or text that person, meet him or her and apologize.

Value that person’s effort and everything he or she sacrifices for you. Don’t take that person’s love for granted because someone out there yearns for that person’s love and care. They long to replace you one day. Think about it most especially YOU reading this.

As at now……….

 New year, new unfolding they say. I know most comrades will hate me at the end of this blog post, but, the reality is_ it’s a new dawn. Maybe it’s time some of us get to invent better survival skills. Yes, this is with regard to the light in the darkness that has illuminated the whole of the CBD. Look at this, you remember when one would walk along the Mama Ngina path unnoticed? When one would get past Taifa without anyone noticing who got through that path? When two lovebirds would sit at the garden opposite Mama Ngina hostel braving the cold all in the name of having that good time that is so rare to find, especially if you are a first time r in love? That time some drunk dude from A-Zone would scream his heart out at the path to south of Uganda hostel all through to Barret and down to Old Hall as he heads to say a big hello to the lady next door? That time that thief would walk majestically from making a kill at those hostels in the CBD unnoticed? That manifesto item a SUEU aspirant would count on for an easy win in the docket of the Director Security and Accommodation as a ticket to winning the vote, especially that of a first year who fears she might loose her delicacy while moving back to the hostel from the wonderful kitchenette?

Well, it’s now so clear that the walk and talk in the dark is no longer in the present but down the lines of history? Why? The high mast flood lights erected right at the roundabout or rather the notice board arena in the CBD tell it all, let there be light. I may not know who to shower credit to but this I am sure, no more double dealing between hostels, no more lip-locking at the Mama Ngina garden, no more walking in fear of the worst with regard to one’s food going to a stomach it wasn’t meant for. An item that aspirant yearns to use on the manifesto is no more, better dig deep into other issues like the corridor light tubes. To that player, the field is now limited, maybe you ought get to a better level for she will see you dong your rounds from the comfort of her window!!!!!!!!!!

 To sum it all, the security of our beautiful sisters, girlfriends, course mates and wives to be is at the safest now, the days that the dark hero with a long hand kept making rounds of harvest around the CBD are over. NB: As long as power supply remains constant!

Now This is it Egerton, The ultimate end year cum New Year hangout

 I know you wiil be there, wait,   mmmmm, You  wanna know who will be gracing the event?

hehe, here they are people

 And that's just not enough, three venues for the same, all happening at the very event, check this out

 mmmmmmm, now this is it people

Tukutane pale tujinyc ndani ya Jesus, donge!!!!!!!!!

The Diary of a Freshman: An assembly that never was

The village calls me the hope that be, my comrades call me a freshman but you who is reading this should just call me Francis Umar Nyamwandha Daniel, or better still Funda if you so please. Francis because my mother Pascalia believes I should be a bishop like bishop francis himself, Nyamwandha because my grandfather was so, Umar because my father somehow realized that Barrack Obama’s middle name is Hussein,(did I mention any relations ? Hope not) and finally Daniel because.., well I can’t really trace its origin. All the same I am Funda, the freshest freshman in town, and this………, is my diary.

I thought I heard the bell, or better yet, an imitation of it. Just as the senior student had implied, we were to wait for the bell that morning. I check my phone and spring from the bed upon meeting the digits 7:50, in ten minutes I would be late. The memories of Mr. Ochar, my high school physics tutor (he preferred to be called that way) only made it worse especially when I remembered the days he had the first lesson in the morning, here was a teacher who taught physics in Luo and set exams in English. ‘’….. rao ogwande rabbet, mano ema omiyo onyalo wuotho e chuodho mayoom mohingo dhiang’ ….’’  (…., hippopotamus wide feet enable it to comfortably tread on muddy areas unlike a cow.. ) Thus would go a physics class discussion on pressure and area. How I managed a sublime but strong D+ in his subject is still a mystery to many, the paper had been tough and the practical bit, almost impractical in our tiny lab in Sigomre mixed secondary school. My long-time desk-mate Ajosi made six trips to the latrines during this one exam, yes it was one of those times an exam elicited diarrhea symptoms. He managed an A (that which is only found in a e i o u) and is currently putting up a good fight in chasing the Kenyan dream at Sigomre polytechnic: a certificate in metalwork.

I put on my corduroy trousers-which Dan says is a reserve of pensioners in his rural Murang’a locality. I am not offended by this as the degree of his color-clashing is a reserve of witchdoctors back in my village. I remember the senior student had said it happens anywhere one sees the famous sign. I had seen one somewhere near some mess I remember, off I leave and rush down the pavement, pass the lavington blocks and into the road. At this point if you ask me where I reside, the answer is obvious, whenever you see me advancing towards the lavi blocks, trust me when I say  I stay there, still trust me when you see me heading beyond the lavish hostels on assumption that am picking something from Maringo hostels, only stop trusting me when I mysteriously disappear in between Maringo and lavi.

I arrive at the place and as surprise beckons, am the first arrival. Now this is funny, 8:00 a.m and yet nobody arrived? I step on the grass and wait, this is campus anyway, nobody’s in a hurry. The green sign post staring directly at me, am between Thornton hostel and lower mess. So I stand, my face bearing the conscientious serenity of an innocent freshman. Am amused Dan and Joss haven’t made it to this place yet, I made sure I patted them and pulled away their blankets before I hurriedly left. Ten minutes passed, twenty…, oh no I decide to gather up courage and inquire from these ladies making trips with sufurias n kettles to and fro behind me. ‘’excuse me..,’’ I turn and approach one, she halts hesitantly .., stops, ‘’leo hakuna parade?’’ I ask.

What follows is a hearty laughter (no it was not a giggle) that doesn’t answer my question, ‘’seriously??’’ she queries, I turn and look at the signpost perhaps not able to verbally explain myself, her laughter amplifies as she stares at the green post that reads ‘’ASSEMBLY POINT’’. This isn’t helping, matter of fact getting embarrassing with many ladies stopping to listen. ‘’There is no morning assembly in the university’’, she finally says. Should you get wind of information that oxford is updating their dictionary, please contact me, I have the best definition for embarrassment.

Now I know, assembly point sign is for safety purpose whenever there is a fire outbreak, so that ‘continuing student’ we meet yesterday actually lied about morning assembly. The ‘bell’ I heard in the morning was actually Dan’s phone alarm, okay am not implying the make of the phone, all I mean is that it actually sounded like an actual bell in the morning.

 I was admitted on Friday last week, and this is my fourth day in this place. I  invoke my ‘disappearing’ skills and enter the J.F Kennedy Mess where I spend a whooping 50 shillings on breakfast, now that’s much…..,isn’t it?