The Campus girl is eons away from the wives our mothers are.She has slowly and surely evolved into a chemist that has experimented with all morning after pills.When she is not doing that, she is absorbing sweat from someone’s father or husband.
You have not tasted hell until you taste food cooked by the campus girl.Their chapatis are harder than the average Kenyan’s life.As a matter of fact ,the only meal a campus girl can cook effortlessly is noodles.Doubtless,the easiest way to get into a campus girl’s pants is through unimpressive cheap liquor.Buy that girl two shots of this liquor and pants will drop.She will not only call you daddy but also granddaddy.Campus girls are so easy to get these days ,what with the permissiveness in campus and sexual fluidity.
Books are almost foreign to campus girls.Weekends are spent participating in adultery and weekdays ,sleeping off the sin.At the end of the semester,she will sit next to the boy and copy away.
How can this female be anyone’s wife??How can she be domesticated??The campus girl chugs beer faster than the village drunkard.Still she does not stagger.She is so easy to please and also quick to please others.
Campus girls share clothes in the name of being trendy and call each other ‘’siz’’ because they share the same man’s fluids.On Sunday,that Occasional Sunday that finds them in church because they are on their period,they sing at the top of their voices masking their debaucherous selves.The campus girl is conniving , calculating and sneaky while at it. No one has a greater M-pesa balance than the average campus girl.This is because she has many inflows:-parents, sponsors and the foolish campus boys and her outflows are taken care of at the sight of her body parts.
Ultimately, the campus man cannot make a wife out of this woman,not with that womb that has seen countless abortions and her poor culinary skills or lack thereof.Her manners are nothing to write home about and her mouth so foul you wonder if or how she addresses her parents.
An advice to a campus boy,find a village woman of virtue and forget the manner-less intellectual that yells feminism yet blends over as her bits are rubbed against in bars.