Yes. Yesterday I decided to leave Anastacia (My Laptop) alone for the night and go out. Meet humans. These needy humans. Capable of errors and annoyances. Vulnerable to spewing careless utterances. Inundated in various deficiencies. Yes. Go out and meet these humans. The risk-factor was ameliorated by the fact that Man Urinals had just won the title. I was determined to make this a good night. Football ends after 90 mins (ama 98 minutes depending on the score). But life goes on. We have bigger bugs to crush.
So, I decided to do 8 things I have never done before. In one Night.
1,2,3 – Poetry, Front-Row, Callousness
Yes. I went to the Secrets. Was greeted heartily by Wamathai. Always smiling. Was disappointed that the damage was only USD 1.8. Wanted to pay more but @fivefoottall insisted, “You only pay what you are charged, sir!”. So I took the front-row. “Impress me!”, I callously uttered. Aloud. Silently. Ohh, Impress me, they did!
One after the other, the creme-dela-creme presented. Namtsi Lukoye (Think I am an Artist), Kijana Mrefu, Moraa (Quantum Physicist – complaining about all the lousy campus sex), Nuru Bahati (Skinny jeans, fat genes… The beef of vegetarians, bride never gets the best man, mistakes looks back, worry looks around, faith looks up), TearDrops (Still waters.), WanjikuMwaurah (She was only 14, Spare me), Achieng Odhiambo – Shaking hands, Murathe (She makes me wood – Ananifanya nimbao. His past tense is his future confidence), Gloria (Nairobi, nairobi. Watch me shine), Abu Sensei (Annoyed. Idea is the most resilient parasite, never under-estimate the power of Stupid people in large groups – Homer. I need inspiration to write.), Siel (Seal? – You are like a game I dont like. I won’t play you.), Art-Child (Ukambani huwezi ongea matope. Luhyas love jogoo Road.), GrandMaster Masese (Dictators and DickDakers), Lonesone Bounty and Ras. Super!
4, 5, 6 – StreetJam, Capri7, Rugby
Yes. Kudishnyao. For me, it actually just served as foreplay for the grand-meeting of the tweeps at Capri7. I finally found out where Mwendas was. Then headed to Capri.
7, 8 – Pool Hustling, Conspiracy
Yes. The night needed to end. At 12PM, I checked into Qz. As routine, there always is this campus jamaa who has malizad the 2k he had carried and has some HOT mammas who want more. the boy is confused. The PussyHunters smell blood. “Hey gorgeous. Whatchu sippin?”, would be the vibe. But not tonight. We were focused on pool. 6 holes are better than 1 (or 2. or 3).
I was with my boy Peter, and next to us was this jamaa who was feeling HOT in pool. So we decided to hustle him. We played the first game for KSHS 200 per game. We let him win. We played another. For 300. We let him win. He was ecstatic. We upped the bet per game to KSHS 1000. We let him lose. He appealed. We let him lose. We lost KSHS 500. He lost KSHS 2000. Who’s the biatch now!?
4AM. It was time to go. I left Peter racking them up as I went to RedTape. I met some iHub coders and they talked to me about some scary and ‘be careful Salim’ kind of vibe. The filled me in with conspiracy stories about mLab, AkiraChix, Grants, Pivot25, iHub, Thika Road, Kukubo etc. “I hear you”, was all I could say. I was sober. They was not. Maybe this is the Alcohol Truth. The REAL truth. But I still remain Impartial.
5:13Am. Home. Bed. Thinking. Inspired. Humbled. Full pockets. Full swing.
Back to code…