Another Month Goes By
I am more or less convinced that I am a reader and not a writer. A whole month between posts!!??? I always saw myself as a Black Hemingway - all the talent bottled in; just waiting for a release, but the reality is since I got hooked on this bloging, all I have done is read more and more blogs while posting zero.... Of course also not knowing anyone else doesn’t make it easy.... But I finally got one comment on my blog.... The vanity! The pride!
Well all that's changed in the last month is the cigs are back and shame o shame so is the booze – at least briefly. On Tuesday I stepped into that pit that is "Pavement" with a couple (ok maybe 6-7) buddies. A bunch of drinks later we decided to step out...
"Bill Please"
Bill is presented and to my shock and dismay, Bill has (at the back in pen) 9,300/= on it. "Whaaaaat!!!???" Never, and I mean never am I going there with anyone again. Not to get finger pointing; but one of my "friends" promptly volunteered to round of the bill with a 300/= contribution. 9,300 divide by 6 has never been 300... Well not until you have such friends (pronounced Fredz). I can safely say I am off the booze again after that one. Now to fight the addiction for “one last puff”
Well so its Furahi day. Time to drive around in circles looking for a place to "heng"... One of the things I love about Nairobi is the mutual distrust among strangers. I walk into a place, I am watching my wallet, my neighbor is watching his wallet, the girl across is watching her drink lest some one spikes it and the bar lady is watching how drunk we are so she can slide a few more tuskers on to the bill.... Lovely! Such fun! Finally, some lady of the night will slide up to me and once she realizes my Swahili is crap, she will ask me if I am a Nigerian just because she thinks all non East Africans must by default be West Africans. I am sure that’s what she thinks coz once I state that I am not Nigerian, her next guess will be Ghanaian, then Cameroonian, Then, exasperated she will go for Congolese.... Hey!!! Is it coz I am... what??? Me pants aren’t tied next to my umbilicus, I don’t have any jewelry on me and I didn’t talk about oil or say “Oga my Broda”..... Finally bored I will saunter out of the clpub (I don’t know if these are pubs or clubs)... Driving home will be boosted with the rush of adrenalin - speeding along deserted roads and hooting at the gate praying and promising myself to come back a few hours earlier next time....
So much for comments on Nairobi - lovely town it is. Next week is another public holiday. If the rumors are confirmed that the next Monday is a holiday as well then I probably will run across the border to Moshi, a town I have not been to yet but I am told it’s a lovely place to go.... Else it will be time for more mad driving, mutual distrust and bills that just don’t make sense....
My accuser that I was bogus (and who only a few months earlier proposed that I become a CFA - as if I knew what that was) finally got a man to settle down with and I am down on bended knee hoping it works out so she can be happy.... Naah, so I can exhale....
My kid bro is back in Nairobi so this should be a great weekend.
Sports.... The season comes to an end in a couple of weeks (the only season of sports I follow with passion). Not much to look forward too seeing as my man Dani Pedrosa is down in fifth and lets see... Valentino was fastest in free practice 1 and Dani was sixth…
Music…. I am just cruising through the last hours of work listening to Misguided Roses… Edwin McCain
Learning…. Today I had a conversation with some one from Azerbaijan he spoke broken English, I spoke broken Russian, He understood me, I had no clue what he was typing… Some things you can’t fake
Emails…. I don’t open my email for a week and when I do open it I have 375 offers to buy Viagra, win the lottery (actually they say I already won) or date black singles….. Not to forget the usual mail where I am told there is a fortune lying in a bank and I have been chosen as the sole owner of this money….
And later tonight, some one will think I am Nigerian!
Well all that's changed in the last month is the cigs are back and shame o shame so is the booze – at least briefly. On Tuesday I stepped into that pit that is "Pavement" with a couple (ok maybe 6-7) buddies. A bunch of drinks later we decided to step out...
"Bill Please"
Bill is presented and to my shock and dismay, Bill has (at the back in pen) 9,300/= on it. "Whaaaaat!!!???" Never, and I mean never am I going there with anyone again. Not to get finger pointing; but one of my "friends" promptly volunteered to round of the bill with a 300/= contribution. 9,300 divide by 6 has never been 300... Well not until you have such friends (pronounced Fredz). I can safely say I am off the booze again after that one. Now to fight the addiction for “one last puff”
Well so its Furahi day. Time to drive around in circles looking for a place to "heng"... One of the things I love about Nairobi is the mutual distrust among strangers. I walk into a place, I am watching my wallet, my neighbor is watching his wallet, the girl across is watching her drink lest some one spikes it and the bar lady is watching how drunk we are so she can slide a few more tuskers on to the bill.... Lovely! Such fun! Finally, some lady of the night will slide up to me and once she realizes my Swahili is crap, she will ask me if I am a Nigerian just because she thinks all non East Africans must by default be West Africans. I am sure that’s what she thinks coz once I state that I am not Nigerian, her next guess will be Ghanaian, then Cameroonian, Then, exasperated she will go for Congolese.... Hey!!! Is it coz I am... what??? Me pants aren’t tied next to my umbilicus, I don’t have any jewelry on me and I didn’t talk about oil or say “Oga my Broda”..... Finally bored I will saunter out of the clpub (I don’t know if these are pubs or clubs)... Driving home will be boosted with the rush of adrenalin - speeding along deserted roads and hooting at the gate praying and promising myself to come back a few hours earlier next time....
So much for comments on Nairobi - lovely town it is. Next week is another public holiday. If the rumors are confirmed that the next Monday is a holiday as well then I probably will run across the border to Moshi, a town I have not been to yet but I am told it’s a lovely place to go.... Else it will be time for more mad driving, mutual distrust and bills that just don’t make sense....
My accuser that I was bogus (and who only a few months earlier proposed that I become a CFA - as if I knew what that was) finally got a man to settle down with and I am down on bended knee hoping it works out so she can be happy.... Naah, so I can exhale....
My kid bro is back in Nairobi so this should be a great weekend.
Sports.... The season comes to an end in a couple of weeks (the only season of sports I follow with passion). Not much to look forward too seeing as my man Dani Pedrosa is down in fifth and lets see... Valentino was fastest in free practice 1 and Dani was sixth…
Music…. I am just cruising through the last hours of work listening to Misguided Roses… Edwin McCain
Learning…. Today I had a conversation with some one from Azerbaijan he spoke broken English, I spoke broken Russian, He understood me, I had no clue what he was typing… Some things you can’t fake
Emails…. I don’t open my email for a week and when I do open it I have 375 offers to buy Viagra, win the lottery (actually they say I already won) or date black singles….. Not to forget the usual mail where I am told there is a fortune lying in a bank and I have been chosen as the sole owner of this money….
And later tonight, some one will think I am Nigerian!
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