Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Welcome To Kaifology
It seems that, like mumps, there is another virus that has infiltrated Rhodes students. It is called Kaifvitus or being a Kaifaholic. I have, many times, woken up and told myself I will be at my eight forty lecture. I go and then I feel a huge sense of accomplishment. However, there are traps in my plan to be a better student. As soon as I step out of Eden Grove Red, I am greeted by various mates I haven’t seen in two days. It’s time for a catch-up, a samoosa and a smoke. As we all put it; “It’s time for Kaifology.” The kaif is an oasis and a death pit. Minutes there fly by like Hilary’s chance for president. Money dwindles as quickly as your Fanta being sucked through a straw. I have tried to make my leave by getting up and hugging everyone goodbye but a wall of newly arriving friends block my exit. I am trapped for another hour. I should really take Tae Kwo Do to make escapes more efficient. But I love the Kaif, the people that work there, the wobbly tables and even the bees that fly around my face. Where else can you hear about what happened at Union last night or get a sorely-needed hangover treat? Kaifology is a wonderful subject and I am one of its top lecturers.