FOUR CAMPUS WAVES

 

I spoke of metamorphosis once before,
A change from within, a path to restore.
But now I see a different tide,
Sweeping through the halls with pride.

Penelope, once my student bright,
Now fills my heart with silent fright.
A freshman lost in love’s embrace,
Trapped by passion’s fleeting grace.

She swore she’d die if left alone,
Her heart was his, her soul was owned.
Yet love soon twisted, turned, and swayed,
And with time, the dream decayed.

A ringless vow, a whispered plea,
A secret pact none came to see.
Motherhood knocked, she turned away,
And sent the shadowed guest astray.

With her third wave, she shed her past,
A reckless soul, unbound, unmasked.
Lavish men with wealth untold,
Draped in diamonds, drowned in gold.

Big cars, big dreams, a lavish spree,
The world her stage, her spirit free.
Books and studies cast aside,
For fleeting joy and sinful pride.

Then time raced forth with no delay,
The final wave was on its way.
Desperate hands sought grades once more,
While morals crumbled to the floor.

A husband, job—she wished them near,
Yet echoes whispered in her ear.
The past stood firm, it left a trace,
Reflected in her weary face.

And when the four waves came to rest,
My brother chose, she whom he thought best.

And do I say—oh, can it be?
A retired harlot, bound to thee?

Dear Reader, 

It is still March, and I continue to celebrate women. Today, I speak to young women who have fallen into the trap of fast life in Kenyan Campuses. It is paramount to maintain your values and standards. You must never succumb to the pressure of materialism.

Enjoy your read.

#Sr. Esther Koros OSF