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Campus Confessions: The day I was stabbed and robbed in our hostel

A female student was robbed and stabbed in campus hostels.

Photo credit: COURTESY

I remember the excitement to finally move into my campus hostels. 

From my older siblings and cousins' experiences, I was looking forward to life in the hostels most of all the cheap rent and the saving of coins especially on the transport front since the hostels were within the school compounds.

I loved the sense of community the hostels gave and luckily got a roommate that quickly became a friend.

And all though I hated the fact that we had to keep buying food or cook in secret and with the tu small tu theft of clothes from the hanging lines, I didn't mind it.

I often found myself thinking: Why would anyone want to live outside campus? 

Ironically, I was soon to get a reason.

One time, I sneakily hosted my girlfriends for a sleepover.

They were to share my bed and I was to share the bed with my roommate.

As time for bed arrived, I showed my guests to the washrooms like the gracious host I am, not knowing our night was about to turn sour.

Leaving the washroom, we met three boys who greeted us and then proceeded to ask for our phones.

Thinking it was a joke or a ploy to ask for our numbers, I laughed it off and quickly replied, "Wapoa wetu hawata appreciate us giving out our numbers."

This response made them laugh a little bit before they all took out knives.

It was then that it clicked in my brain; we were getting robbed.

Unluckily for my guests, I was the one holding all their phones in my pocket and after a bit of resistance, I got stabbed before all our phones were snatched.

Just like my friends, I was frozen and couldn't even scream for help.

All that I could do was cry and writhe in pain as one of my friends ran to call my roommate.

We rushed to hospital and luckily for me, the stab wound wasn't too deep since I was in a thick jacket.

Out of fear of being attacked once again by the same set of boys, I didn't report the matter and instead chose to hurriedly move out of the hostels.

Although this happened earlier on this year, I still have trauma and as a result, and have turned into a homebody who's always back in the house before 6pm.

*As narrated by Joan* a student at a popular university in Nakuru

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