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Campus and music

Too soon to be doing another post? Have you even fully digested the last one? It’s okay you can read both of them! Right? Anyway I’m in my room at about 10.30pm, not really trying to sleep but in bed none the less, phone in my hand and it hits me there’s a lot of noise in the background.

I pause to listen and I hear about 4 different sources of music and sound all seemly competing to overpower the rest.
The dude across from my room is listening to traditional Luyha Christian choir songs, some dude up the hall is booming his favourite rhumba and lingala tracks while his neighbour watches an action movie at max volume. Two doors down from me is some playing what seems to be a Hip hop mix and further down opposite some is listening to reggae/ragga.

What is unfortunate is that some of this music is headache inducing for me, especially the Luhya Christian songs from my closest neighbour! Someone, please kill me now! I feel like committing suicide!*Pulls out sumarai sword and stabs himself in the heart and twists, honourable like*

Why, you might ask, am I not booming my own music? Well all I carried, electronics-wise, when coming was my phone. But wait, just wait, when I finally set up my noise making devices they’ll rue the day they inadvertently declared war on my poor ears. Hard and metal rock until they come and beg me to stop! I can tell that they won’t like it, so few people do. I can’t wait *rubs hands in glee*

I can’t wait until I can launch this on everyone on campus. MAX VOLUME!!

All this ranting actually brings me to the point of this post. While I may hate the music being played it made my realise something; I had previously assumed that most people my age listen to certain types of music; hip hop, locals, reggae and ragga & similar styles while the rest was old people music but it seems the taste of my generation is as diverse as the people of the world.

Some of us are tall, short, fat, thin, black, blue, yellow, red, white, brown-eyed, blue-eyed, gay, sraight or bi and others yet asexual but somehow we learn to live together just as I’m learning to live with the noise of other people’s horrible taste in music:). Learn to live with your brother’s(and sister’s) choices and tastes! Peace!