So there are very many times we are involved in the process of Science which involves getting induced in multiple distilled drinks. There is a very thick line between people who partake and those that indulge, as well as between liquor and alcohol. Alcohol entails the likes of Le Bleu (Bluemoon), Naps, KK and liquor contains the whisky family such as Glenfiddich, Jack Daniels etc. So being a Gemini, I have been able to practice my schizophrenic personality and be involved in both. Whatever I write or don’t shall not be used against me next time I’m seen trying to hook up with a mama. The events of these nights are recorded separately and as much as some of the information may be scanty, I guess we have to deal with what we have.
Being the optimist I am, I will start with the liquor. This just like any other epic started off with the sun rising and the fact that I actually never saw it rising. It was one of those days that you just feel from the moment you walk out of bed and don’t remember what time your fries left and that nothing is missing. Yes, you guessed it right; it was my date of birth. Like every other normal human being, I had no hangover and I had run out of tissue. So I stroll out to go get me a roll and as I get to the shop, I see a headline on one of the local dailies screaming Mombasa. For a moment I thought I actually felt it touch my thigh and whisper “Come have some!” I rushed back to the house and after fulfilling my duty to the process of contributing my daily tithe to Ruai I buzzed my pal. “Hey, are you up for Coasto tonight?” I did this to three of my pals, the third being me of course and it was a plan. So I went to school and it was all good. We were to leave on Friday night. All this time I was just thinking, this is going to be one awesome weekend. So at around 8pm we hook up in the city. This was before the onset of the Mututho laws so we were in no hurry to purchase our liquor yet, which we eventually didn’t. Alcohol on the other hand is a drink that should be taken with caution. On this night I made the mistake of carrying a bottle of Naps with me. So we were at my pals in Kabete and decided we were going to go out that night. We took kibao before heading out of the house and when the time was right. On our way I remembered I had a bottle of Napoleon in the pocket. I broke its virginity and offered it to the rest of the guys. I don’t know where they had left their balls because it’s a chic who accepted my generous offer. After a few sips she handed back the bottle to me. I didn’t know whether she was looking at me badly or the taste of the drink made her “fold” her face. We got to Westy and walked straight towards Changez. At this point, it was a discussion on whether we were to go to Red Tape or the former. I settled for the back seat of my pal’s car which had a kilo or two of khat. I remember having the first few grams then the next thing I remember these guys are driving off with me and I just shouted, “Follow the club behind you!” So they stopped just outside Havana and I staggered off to Changes. I can’t quite figure out how long it took me to get there but eventually when I did, I was still up for more booze. I remember leaving the house with a K and by then I had only 900 in my pocket. After buying the two beers at the entrance, I was left with a hefty 500 shillings. So I join my pals and after a few minute I’m already involved in an altercation. My pal’s girl is being vibed by some big guy and I just walk in, hold the mama’s hand and just look directly into the guys eyes. For whatever reason, the guy apologizes and takes off. The guy was a giant just for clarity. But the worst bit came three weeks later when some mama calls me and tells me the details of what happened before I got to Changez from Havana. Let’s just say I saw RDX trying to shag her on stage and she wanted me to chip in in raising her already born kid. Being the gentleman I am, I sent her 50 bob credit and told her to call the father of her child. I have since then been very wary of alcohol.