It’s quite sad that they removed the National bursary for all students that have excelled to be government sponsored but well, I guess it was time everyone learned to pay their own fees. Now this is how it works, you go to your sector commonly known as Umurenge and they tell you what Ubudehe you belong to. Ubudehe is when the government chooses which students are less capable of paying their tuition.
It’s quite sad that they removed the National bursary for all students that have excelled to be government sponsored but well, I guess it was time everyone learned to pay their own fees. Now this is how it works, you go to your sector commonly known as Umurenge and they tell you what Ubudehe you belong to. Ubudehe is when the government chooses which students are less capable of paying their tuition. In the first and second categories of Ubudehe, are the poor ones and they get to pay nothing! In third and fourth place, they pay only half. Finally, the fifth and sixth categories (the ones that own land cruisers) pay everything. When this news reached my ears, I had to devise means of being in the category that pays nothing. I visited one of our poorest neighbours. These guys are so poor that they are still living in the 1920’s. When you get to their home, everything is in black and white, regardless of the colour they are wearing. Well, after getting the tattered clothes and slippers that couldn’t see worse days on, I stormed the Umurenge to get them to consider me in the second category. As soon as I reached the building that has never been renovated since the last time I visited, I found one of my classmates seated there. But from his look, I felt like they would put me in fourth category. He was dressed in a trouser that had more patches than the part that is still intact. His shirt had loose threads hanging and you could see his skin through it. He wore a hat that looked like it had cow dung on it and local shoes made out of rubber. Now this guy is an actual show off in real life, everybody back at the university knows him. When he saw me, I bet he begged the ground to swallow him and desperately tried to hide in shame. I couldn’t help it so I removed the Smartphone that I had hidden deep down in my trousers and took a picture of him. The lady in charge of the Ubudehe saw me, called me and told me to enjoy being in the fifth category - and to go wear my usual clothes. The lucky bastard got second category. I’m now looking for another Umurenge to try my luck.