The Ich isn’t shooting perfection pool-yet..hajafika.
Kevin Mbugua’s taken the mic-don’t forget it’s karaoke night. Uko hugging the mic, not bothering with the screen prompter-he helped write the song. The WHOLE of Ashok’s has come to the Dj side… (Tevin Campbell kando, sauti yao! Ukimkuta akiongea na mama wakwako alone, Cholmondeley them!!).
Then, it starts raining-and you see, we are the counter!!! So we are looking at the windows-the nearest is some five metres off. The direction of ‘rain’ is from the windows facing the car park-at the edge of the pool tables..Haii! Nje actually hakuna mvua-we are FLABBERGASTED (look that one up)!!!
Then one by one we see it. Beer in one hand, bottle on the other! Beer gut hanging from above a protesting trao’s waistline. Rangi ya mandazi zimeungua. Machos are in that fixated-drugged-daze state.
The price-Bob Marley! Round the tables, she makes beeline for him..
She’s standing infront of him.
He chokes.
The Dj “zugurushas santuri” for him to recover –he’s the main attraction, he can’t be seen in bad light.
More rain..
He finishes-she’s grinning ear to ear. Her drool is fikaing the floor..I have NEVER in my twenty years seen a woman soo blantantly want to “thuguna” (refer Kyuk Dictionary) a man!!! WAAH!
Should I talk to him?
Yeah (prompts Kay)
Should I talk to him?
Yeah, she’s encouraged..
Should I talk to him? Kay, she’s a F*** Retard-Gadammit! Washananaye!!
She finally tucks (beer gut) it in, lifts her three chins and tucks the second too, and makes her way to him…
We’ve ordered for napkins-tumejaa mate..YUK!
He offers an excuse about catching a flight-and runs out of Father Ashok’s!!
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