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The
truth is that the more things change in life the more they remain the same. We
all struggle to get an inkling about what our tomorrow will be. As we do, there
is this volatility that is the life we live. At some point, we cease to be in
love with our jobs, life itself, the house we live in, the environment and all
the fanfare that you can ever think of. You are in a state of Armageddon.
Whether it is personal, societal, economic or filial, there are moments in life
when there seems to be no brouhaha at all.
When
the year blossomed, I remember being woken up by the popping sounds of
firecrackers that marshalled a new era in many ways. I remember looking through
the window as the whizzing whistles and the thunderous thuds rented the night
sky into a sparkle that is usually rare.
The bright flash was nostalgic as it was glittering the sphere, I felt
that I should have gone to be part of the new dawn and celebrate with the
others in the merriment but the zeal could not evanesce. It was really a
delectable spectacle. It was dazzling and amazing as an illuminating giant with
the inscription ‘2017’ faded away in the moonless night.
Either
way, I remember meeting a former high school buddy who works for a certain non-governmental
organisation in Karen on the eve of new year and I realized that nothing ever changes.
Dude has remained the same.
He
is still the lanky dude with so much to tell, stale jokes, and nothing looks
promising in him. He was headed for a showdown with an alumnus somewhere in Jamhuri
estate to cross over the year along Ngong Road (He later told me they went to
Space Lounge but the beer price was exaggerated they had to chuck). I loved
that I was doing things man solo. Yeah! I wanted to mark the day alone because
I have never. So, I went to a club called Ricoz at the heart of downtown
Nairobi. A place I was introduced to by a colleague who was also introduced by
a certain bugger who is an alumnus of my former campus. He told me when he
wants to have some me time, he finds his way to this sin city that is renowned
for a major slack. Those who you interact with in this place don’t feel a tinge
of scuzzy that the air surround this place is.
I
believe I am the decent types of people who are never in a hurry to quench
their libido once there is an avalanche of twilight girls. In Ricoz, you are
spoilt of choice when it comes to the type you want. The only hindrance is that
you may take quite some time to get a lanky lady, with a sexy derriere, a bewitching
buxom bosom and the despicable smile that may twitch the lecherous urge in the
gonads to feel like bursting because they have seen the appetizer. Once one
spots you, she will grab your am saying ‘kuja ntakufanyia poa leo.’
Watching
football was nice. Once in a while I would sneak to go find out if one who did
fit the description of the lass I had thought of would show up. Yes, I am a
man, and when you have downed some tots of cheap liquor because the pay was so
frothy that month, you feel like finding something to cheer you up. Going to the
urinals hoping to bump into her so that you can ease the load is what the minds
wants, but the finances and the body does not feel it is right. It’s all about
objectification and the primal urges when the blood flows from the brain to the
equatorial region you find yourself thinking like a horse on Viagra.
Yet
for someone like me whose vowed never to touch a lady of the night, it was
quite easy to think of football again. My team Chelsea was having a field day.
There is some form of guilt that comes with seeking the services of a hoe. The
risk, the truth is that there is that someone who will see you and he will not
let the cat out of the bag soon. Then one day, you will be astounded by the
tale of you as a person who is after the services of a prostitute, yet you had
only gone to watch soccer. I guess I was just feeling a little bit lost and
lonely. Tinder was not working out and my amor had gone MIA again.
So
I went and ordered a hard drink and a soda to reduce the ukali. I sat at a
corner where I had a good view of the telly. I barely finished my ‘’ka quarter’’. In fact,
I left it half way when what I had intended for came to an end. I religiously
took the exit even though there were those ladies who wanted to grab me to go
and quench their paper urge yet I knew that if I had carried excess cash, there
was bound to be temptation to go with one. However, I detest the oblong body
shapes of many and inappropriate touching the ladies give men. I don’t think I
want to go to a place like that. Unless things are tight and I need to kill the
sober tendency, it’s just a lure to peccadillo. By 21hrs I was already in the
house hoping to start the new year by doing some little reading. It’s good to
be ethical even when faced with temptations right!
Well,
I finally managed to change my job location and role. The new role has been
quite slow. Albeit, this is just a déjà vu. Am back to the place where I started
with. So, the process of adjusting has not been intricate given that there are
peeps I already knew. The new environment is quite serene and away from the foul
smell that is the ostracized Gikomba by the city gentry. Uptown deluxe it is,
it’s a role without much sweating. Sometimes I wish I was given a desk at the
brokerage wing, even as an unpaid employee. Then again, there I never a need to
rush. You get there at some point. If you don’t, one door will open with full
force and you have just to accept it.
Hasta
La Vista Baby,
[Picture
Source: Google Images]
PS:
I rewatched Terminator and there is that point where Terminator tells the villain
‘Hasta La vista Baby.’ Ain’t it funny.
