The thing I wanted to do so much once I got my ID, was to go to Coco Savanah and dance inside there like an adult. Many of my older friends told me that that there was where they got their first girlfriends. That sentence is not important because I already had a girlfriend. And another girlfriend had me but I did not have her. Again, that detail is not of any importance to you especially.
18 came and I got an ID. I went to Coco Savanah. It was the F2 of Nakuru. That place was dark. Noisy. Smoky. Seedy. Smelled like an open cask. And people shouted at each other's ears to communicate.
I lost track of time because I was dancing to Ali Kiba's songs. That one of Usinisemee. Where Ali eats and eats and eats. I loved the choreography of that song.
It was saa tisa asubuhi, majira ya Afrika Masahariki kulingana na kopo la saa la Swaleh Mdoe.
Taxi people were charging 500 to get me home. Which was 5 times my expected rate. Moneyed people were just whistling down taxis and entering back left. Uber wasn't yet in that city. It was also not in this city. I am not sure Uber is in that city yet. But it has been here for sometime.
So, without much further ado, there being no any other business, having discovered I could not afford taxi money, I got back in and said “may the day break.” The way you people say here. And the day broke. Or got broken.
I was woken up by a cleaner who asked me, “Sasa wewe ukianza hii maneno ukiwa mdogo hivi?” I asked her, “ni saa ngapi kwani?” She said, “Saa yako ya kwenda nyumbani, toka! "
Slowly, I got sold out to TEA. And much later chocolate. And nobody has ever woken me up ever again. Okay, from a barstool at least. I have been woken up many other times under different circumstances.
You may oppose this, but I stand by it. If you are sold out to TEA or chocolate you have near zero chances of sleeping on a barstool.
Salam Waleykum. Happy Tuesday evening.
#nduguabisai
Thursday for that case....
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