Teetotaling!!!!!
I’m in a bar, in Bahati; estate of birth. Just came from church. Decided to take one last drink; again. Hope this works!!!!
Being here, in a bar where they only sell warm beer, holding a copy of marketing Africa, and an 8% by volume beer, listening to two old men0one of them about 70, the other about 60; a failed lawyer, arguing about …….and MJ’s Liberian Gal streaming from the radio, and a gal crying on TV coz Jesus saved her…….missing a very crucial meeting on the other side of town. That’s the me I’, trying to kill!!!...,but like a good Punjab movie. the victim does hard.
Just discovered that the barmaid didn’t con me of 20 shillings…..I was trying to con her. I’m looking sheepish , coz its all out now. I sip my beer, listen to the old men. “Will Kibaki be President again?” they ask. Its funny, coz the 80 year old insists on speaking English , the lawyer on speaking Kikuyu. Is it vanity, or a case of mistaken identity???? “ I love you Liberian gal oh..oh”
Across me is the nursery school I went: Bahati day nursery school. I can still remember the bitter taste of education on my tongue….and wawa’s daughter, my first love. Actually I met her in a fight. We use to live in a one room house; our family…all bout 10 of us.
We had no TV., but our next door( next room) neighbor had one. So I, together with 30 other kids from the neighborhood would exodus into wawa’s house every Monday 8.10 PM to watch wrestling. “ Bid daddy, superfly, Kendo…and Wawa(beating his wife)” I guess Ronald must have been Reagan at that time and soccer was still a distant dream, not a past nightmare. And I met Lizzie, watching her father beat up her mother…And I fell in love, but couldn’t beat up her father coz he was bigger than me ….and Lizie would have hated me coz it was a no-win situation and she loved them both and didn’t yet love me and she had to…. It happened like this. Every Tuesday 8.10 pm we would converge at Wawa’s house to watch wrestling. And wawa’s wife, who was beautiful and who was lizzie’s mom would treat us a very important guests. However, the wrestling program would always end later than expected and wawa would find us and e would beat his wife and Lizzie would cry and hold me and the neighbors…and …..That’s how I met Lizzie, who I loved but couldn’t beat up her father….....and this beer tastes nice and I GOTTA STOP DRINKING MAN....ITS BAD FOR LIZZIE!!!
Being here, in a bar where they only sell warm beer, holding a copy of marketing Africa, and an 8% by volume beer, listening to two old men0one of them about 70, the other about 60; a failed lawyer, arguing about …….and MJ’s Liberian Gal streaming from the radio, and a gal crying on TV coz Jesus saved her…….missing a very crucial meeting on the other side of town. That’s the me I’, trying to kill!!!...,but like a good Punjab movie. the victim does hard.
Just discovered that the barmaid didn’t con me of 20 shillings…..I was trying to con her. I’m looking sheepish , coz its all out now. I sip my beer, listen to the old men. “Will Kibaki be President again?” they ask. Its funny, coz the 80 year old insists on speaking English , the lawyer on speaking Kikuyu. Is it vanity, or a case of mistaken identity???? “ I love you Liberian gal oh..oh”
Across me is the nursery school I went: Bahati day nursery school. I can still remember the bitter taste of education on my tongue….and wawa’s daughter, my first love. Actually I met her in a fight. We use to live in a one room house; our family…all bout 10 of us.
We had no TV., but our next door( next room) neighbor had one. So I, together with 30 other kids from the neighborhood would exodus into wawa’s house every Monday 8.10 PM to watch wrestling. “ Bid daddy, superfly, Kendo…and Wawa(beating his wife)” I guess Ronald must have been Reagan at that time and soccer was still a distant dream, not a past nightmare. And I met Lizzie, watching her father beat up her mother…And I fell in love, but couldn’t beat up her father coz he was bigger than me ….and Lizie would have hated me coz it was a no-win situation and she loved them both and didn’t yet love me and she had to…. It happened like this. Every Tuesday 8.10 pm we would converge at Wawa’s house to watch wrestling. And wawa’s wife, who was beautiful and who was lizzie’s mom would treat us a very important guests. However, the wrestling program would always end later than expected and wawa would find us and e would beat his wife and Lizzie would cry and hold me and the neighbors…and …..That’s how I met Lizzie, who I loved but couldn’t beat up her father….....and this beer tastes nice and I GOTTA STOP DRINKING MAN....ITS BAD FOR LIZZIE!!!
