MCA

July 2022

When Cheche slipped onto the seat next to me on that uneventful afternoon as everyone was shooting the shit before the lec made an appearance, I had no idea that he'd suavely go on to change my life.

We'd infrequently tease each other about who texted who first (he did). But just as I wasn't thrilled he interrupted my gossip session with J, I didn't take to him immediately. Of course, it was impressive that anyone would dare approach me after seeing my bitch face throughout those first few weeks of uni; he got points for that.

Our conversations gradually developed from "send notes" and "kuna daro leo?" to his bold ideas about life and everything he cared about. If his infectious laughter didn't draw you in, his sharp intellect sure would.

Cheche was such a people person, another thing we teased each other about. You wouldn't get it if you didn't have the pleasure of knowing him. In our spirit of keeping the party going, I'd jokingly call him "MCA" sometimes. I was the exact opposite, I thought. He disagreed, which turned out to be a foreshadowing of sorts (tune in for more).