Sunday morning and the author is sat up in his bed keeping warm and writing. Forgive the boring tone of the post. I write as i recollect.
3 days is all it took to compensate for not going out on the rave the whole month of August. It all started when i was heading to the bus stop after school Thursday. I wasn’t really in the mood for going home, so i dialled my schoolmate, who was also around. He made me turn back to campus! The bus stop was right in front of me, but i turned back anyway. He’s hilarious company.
We walk to a bar near campus. We find they’re setting up DJ equipment. A popular brand is marketing it’s vodka, it’s the theme of the night. I buy us two beers and we sit and chat. We are joined a few minutes later by 3 pretty ladies. They’ve snuck in more vodka of a different brand that’s very popular. The music continues. The place gets packed with youth. We discuss all sorts of things! Drinking a cocktail of Vodka and Soda, mind you there’s beer as well. The music starts getting really good and we all stand up to dance. And dance. And dance some more!
Photos have been taken us, looking fabulous or looking tipsy, perhaps a combination of both? More beer comes our way. More talk, more dance. It’s time to leave. We walk to the bus stop, my friend says “you know what, i’m not done!” and leaves me with his bag. An attractive man had been buying him drinks! These closeted people operate so unusually. I hop into a matatu and zig zag home. Clearly intoxicated, but with sense of direction. I find my brother awake. He shakes his head. I shrug. I find my dinner and eat (more like savage) while i check my mails. And then i slept. I felt happy inside, i genuinely had the first good day in ages.
It’s Friday morning. I've got the worst hangover in recent times. Walk to the shop with my brother, ask him to buy pain killers. Shop keeper says, “it’s for that young one!” I’m unable to defend myself. I smile sheepishly, because i clearly had HANGOVERED written on my forehead. Back in the house to sleep some more. The first gay film festival in Kenya was that evening and i needed to look fresh! I run to meet my girl friends in the evening, i didn’t want us to be late. Beautiful as ever, they get lusty stares from men. I’m given looks of envy for being in their company. It’s not my fault they’re models. The festival hasn’t begun. We are outside waiting, curiosity written on everyone’s face, a sense of excitement, am energy lingers in the air. Diplomats, youth, middle aged, many people were there!
The doors open, and we proceed in. I talk to a friend, a minute later i’m steered to front row seats. it’s good to know people, as these were seats reserved for diplomats. I’m off to the bar, it’s an open bar (of course i would don’t give me that look!). I rush there and return, now the hall is full. It’s a few minutes before the event begins. I make rounds of greetings to the very many friends who know me. I return and sit. The first film, a documentary about gays in Uganda. Very insightful, makes us all appreciate our freedom here in Kenya. They’ve got it rough.
We leave after the second film milk commences. Majority have seen it. My girlfriends part ways with me, as did many of close friends, leaving me with others. We are supposedly walking to the bus stop when a friend says “lets go say hi to a friend at a club”. We proceed. This person we were going to say hello to is my ex (whom i’ve been told reads this blog. Meh!). I have no problem with it, as i’ve moved on entirely. We sat down. The music’s incredible! We order a beer. “"just one then we go.” I’m told. I’m not complaining! The music’s incredible! More of our gay friends join us. We are in the corner of the club. There’s space to dance. We dance! And dance. And dance. Before we know it it’s 2am. We leave. I walk with my friends and we part ways at our matatu bus stop.
Saturday Morning! I’ve no hangover but my thighs, oh lord my thighs hurt from dancing! Dancing two nights in a row. I’ve not seen my mother since Wednesday evening i realize. Late nights early mornings. I was to shop on this day. The mood was there, but where were my friends? I dial others. My close girlfriend will join me. When i get to the city centre to meet her and connect to other routes, the sun comes out. I love the sunshine! Fair weather. Nairobians are looking trendy, well dressed. The nature of Saturday afternoons. We shop for Chinos. Bloody things are expensive. Then again, isn’t life nowadays? We spot several books and buy them. I’ve got a Shakespeare book on my reading list. We find shoes! Brilliant Land-Rover shoes. No more shopping. Oh look, a vintage bag! Alright no more shopping. We take an evening stroll as we head to my friend’s apartment. The evening sun is wonderful. At my friends’ house, we make dinner as we catch up. We are joined by our other friends. We watch little Britain as we catch up. We were to go out again but fatigue caught up with everyone. It’s time for me to go home. My cabbie’s number is off and i don’t have other cab driver’s numbers for some strange reason. Make a few calls. I get dropped at a taxi rank and head home. My gate is not locked thankfully. I put my shopping down, hop into bed and sleep.
Sunday morning. Noisy monkeys and noisy church goers of the house wake me up. I make tea and return to my room. Where i’m currently at. I’m to go to the motorshow with my brother later on. I hope it’ll be fun!
On that note, i just have to say i’m thankful for life. It works in strange ways but when it works out, wonderful feelings of joy and happiness come with those good blessings..
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