My Night At Changes Pub

It had been close to six months since I went for a proper rave. I mean the kind of rave that you wake up and through the day you’re getting heaves of puke and flashback memories of the night. I had been on long holiday and the occasional keg pints can’t compare to a proper campus rave. In retrospect I gathered my crew at my room. It is a Wednesday but everyone is motivated to get drunk. There is Eujah, he is always the life of the party with a million and one dancing styles, and he is occasionally a good wingman. Denno is the ‘G’ of the group, whatever Denno says, we follow. He bears a lot of respect but weirdly he is always broke. However, Mose is always there to foot the bill, I really don’t know if this guy sells drugs but he is always damn loaded. Anyways, we decide we will go to Westlands for the night.

Luckily, we get a car to use, of course from my sources coz I never disappoint. Oh! I almost forgot Anto, he was meant to come but he was with some chiqitta so we let him be. Among the four of us, Mose is clearly the most responsible, so I decide to drive to Westlands but I instructed him not to get too wasted coz he will have to drive back. I have to admit I am somewhat of a lousy drunk and I don’t want to be responsible putting a dent on a borrowed car, the safety of my boys isn’t really my problem. So, with two ‘Vat69’ bottles in hand we get into the car and head to Westlands, it is around 11pm and we are about to Turn Up! Before we leave the campus parking we see a little guy running towards, it is Linc, the opportunist. We let the broke niggar in and drive off.

On the way, we open the bottle, shots all round… including the lightweight driver… my legs are already feeling weak but I will never give in front of the crew. Another two rounds and I am flinching my eyes just to see the road. Then, we close all the windows, and the G- Denno lights up three joints!  Three high grade joints. Within no time the car is stuffed with a thick white smoke, time moves too slowly, and I felt like I was driving to the moon and back. Then, Linc comes up with a brilliant idea; we should go to Changes Pub. Apparently, a socialite called Vanessa hosts Vogue Wednesdays, but all I heard was ‘boss, shots ni 50, beer ni 150’. Of course Linc would know of such deals, he frequently does some internship at ‘Afco’, the place with the cheapest drinks in town. So, we park outside the club, and step out of the car like a scene out of the men in black.

The club is packed! I mean, I thought being a Wednesday we would be the only ones but the place is full. Girls twerking everywhere like Jamaican video vixens, drinks everywhere, drunk selfies and the music was just full blast. So Denno the G somehow organizes and we get a table. We order 2000 worth of shots and a round of beer, except Linc forgot to carry his wallet so he will just drool over our drinks. If you’ve ever heard five shots instantaneously then you will know what I mean, we were wasted… we got up and started dancing like fools. Some girls next to us saw Mose and thought we must be some rich kids so we happily accepted their invitation to dance, we danced... And danced... until Linc started to puke all over, the bouncer lifted the guy with one hand and threw him out of the club, like honorable men, we let the niggar sort himself… it had just been over an hour and we were having the time of our lives, not thinking of exams, or assignments, or Linc… having fun with random girls.

Then five gorgeous girls stepped into the club, with just the right amount of makeup… just the right hairstyle, short skirts or dresses, I really couldn’t tell… the whole club stared, us included, in the midst of our drunkenness, we realized, all the girls were from our class… I’m sure all of us thought in our heads… ‘This shit is about to get real’ ……….  

5 REASONS I STILL LOVE MY EX

I realized I have never really written anything about relationships or anything in that line. Probably, it is because of my ignorance or just lack of interest. Nonetheless, as they say, ‘the time is neigh’. The last time I wrote anything to do with love/relationships were the occasional love letters in high schools, which seemed to get all the girls, mesmerized (just saying). Anyway, one interesting thing about love is that no one is perfectionist.  Relationships are characterized by mistakes, arguments and make-ups… I believe that truly defines it very few words. So, looking back at my own love life, I am undeniably drawn to my ex. don’t worry about her name for now, but I realize I never really feel out of love. That is why I have a 5 of reasons why I still love my ex.

1.       I dated my best friend

This is surely one of the best things I did. Before any feelings came in between us, we were two very good friends. We played, we joked, we shared… having a friend as a lover is very important, when all is said and done sometimes, all we need is a friend in a partner. Therefore, there is actually no love at first sight in my book. When time came for ‘upgrading’ the friendship to a partnership, we both knew and slowly shifted. Interestingly, sometimes the difference was negligible. So after, the relationship, I remained good friends with her and still loved my ex.

2.       She made me a better person

Whoever said relationships are all about intimacy and romantic gestures was in a seriously challenged relationship. Being an Economist, it all about supply and demand, how much profit I can extrapolate at the end of a transaction. Economically, my relationship not only broke even but earned massive profits. Jargon aside, my ex motivated me to better, she appreciated the value of education and my talent. If I strayed, she sat me down and told me in black and white. She taught me that there is surely something greater than me by encouraging me to be closer to God and my family. I wouldn’t be standing where I am if not for her.

3.       I experienced bliss

So, why is experiencing bliss so important? Bliss is that warm fussy feeling of happiness and peace that we experience. I had just read and heard of people feeling bliss and at some point I thought it never existed. Some get it from religion, family members or weirdly even soccer, I got it from her. Don’t hate me for being all mushy on this BlogSpot but I felt complete, I felt happy, before I went to bed I smiled knowing someone else is smiling back. I had never experienced bliss but she made is happen and I loved it.

4.       We made memories

We stayed up talking all night, we took long walks, we made future plans, I learnt a new language with her, we joked, and we surprised one another. For my 18^th birthday, she surprised me with a cake, so many chocolates and a gracefully written letter. She knew me too well to know that something in writing was an icing on the cake. So, if you are in love, get out and make memories, someday, you will look back and smile.

5.       She never stopped caring

Okay, okay, this is the final one, don’t run away already. Anyway, my ex continued asking how I was doing constantly advising me on issues and keeping in touch. She remembered my birthday and important dates after that.

So, maybe, I was lucky. Maybe she was just a great girl; maybe we built a strong foundation. All I know is that I had the time of my life and I would do it all over again. I was happy and I am even happier that she is still in my life. Thank you my ex, you are surely the best thing that happened to me.

P.S If you want to know the name of my ex look up the name ‘Beyonce’

CAMPUS AND MONEY

They say money is the root of all evil. In clear contrast, money in society has to be considered the root all joy, pleasure, pride and a little bit of arrogance. When I was younger, I used to think my father was richer than any fellow I meet walking around. Comically, I used to pity my friends because they did not have such a ‘rich’ father. At such a young tender age, money had already been imprinted in my mind as a god or goddess and gave me the right to judge others. Anyway, I came to grow up and realize my poops was not as rich as I thought.

Fast forward a few years, money has been ever more valuable than ever. In campus, I realized, money and women are of top priority. However, I have to notice, that women come a close second. With all their influence they cannot beat the ever-growing power of money. So, It begs the question, how do I make money ? I don’t know if it’s just me but asking for pocket money all the times is honestly tiring. There comes a time I feel more of a parasite than a child. Therefore, it is high time we students started making a small living on the side and I don’t mean the ever tempting HELB loan that you will pay for years.

I asked a few friends how they make money in campus and had a hell lot of interesting responses from waitress to defrauding parents. However, a few number get money in interesting means like selling off clothes at a profit to fellow students. Instead of complaining of lack of opportunities, I think we ought to sit down and come with innovative ideas to supplement our meager pocket money and HELB. I have a few pals, who have dared to think out of the box, Marion Waithera does some modelling and business in her home town, Venecia Chebet sells newspapers despite the morning hours, Jacky and Cindy both work at stalls and make something small. It is interesting to note that despite them being girls, they are learning to be independent as ever.

In case there are others like me with little or no connections to employment opportunities, we can gladly use our talent. For Gush Daisy and I we drink what we write, literally. Writing for websites such as essaysharks.com and many more, you can easily make good money at the comfort of your home. If however, you cannot write well, find your niche, I have a wonderful friend who draws amazing portraits and art, that is also another way to exploit the amazing blessings bequeathed onto us. Congratulations to Gee, I will surely buy more paintings.

All in all, let's find our niche and exploit it. Taking advantage of every opportunity is not greed but wisdom. Let's pursue the root of all evil and be more independent. 

Amazing Art by Tesh... Yes, there is talent

UNAPOLOGETICALLY ME

UNAPOLOGETICALLY ME

Yesterday, I officially started my BlogSpot account. After my first article or rather story, I received overwhelming support. Thanks to all who read and to all who are reading this now. I will remember to put you in my acknowledgements after I publish my book. Everyone has their own goals in life, some want to be some professional, some want to buy some car, though mine might seem weird, I want to publish a book. I am not sure yet what it will be about, but be assured you will love it and my face will be on the back of it. #JustSaying

Despite the fact that I am at times a couch-potato, I believe books bear more knowledge than watching T.V. There are loads of series and shows that are interesting and worth the watch; however, watching should not define our lives. I’m sure no one intends to look back at their lives and realize that they watched T.V practically half of their lives. Breaking bad though is an awesome T.V show, if you have not watched it… please do. A true renaicannce student of our generation is one who can articulate thought not only through speaking but on paper (assume a computer page is paper). I strive to be such a student.

Anyway, today I thought I’d just write about me. My readers should be aware of what like or otherwise. So, where do I start, I am a good story teller. I love anything that has a story to it. No thought or idea is easily and convincingly passed across than through a story. I apologize today I don’t have any stories but bear with me. I love fiction and appreciate great writers like Dan Brown, Paulo Coelho among others. I also appreciate the classics the Gone with the wind. When pursuing true art, commercial value should be totally off the table. Great artists like Van Gogh and Leonardo died before they could make a cent from their work. Writing a single book or drawing Monalisa for more than 20 years is a fete to reckon with.

I am not so much a party freak. Actually, in comparison to most of my pals, I am NOT a party freak. Don’t get me wrong, I occasionally enjoy a drink but I have nothing but mad respect for the guys that can go out drinking and dancing practically the whole night. I value my slumber too much. Come to think of it, my girlfriend will have a hard time sitting down and reading my work. I might even propose through an article. Getting down on one knee and popping a ring isn’t my forte. All in all there is much about me that just cannot be put into words. In short I like writing, reading, watching and thinking. Writing has a way that makes you think critically about life. So go ahead and share a thought in words.

That’s the prolific writer to you in a page. Cheers.

MY ILLUSION

So I recently struggled to set up a blog account and finally I have it. I am so excited since I really cannot shut up so I'll just write about. The other day i was bored as I headed home on a train and I had a silly silly illusion. take a look.

Standing in the middle of the road, hands on my slim hips. Today I feel skinny, no, I am already skinny, I feel super-skinny. I smile to myself knowing that the skinny ones beat the paradox of 'bigger is better' and are better off in society.

Oh, yes! Still standing in the middle of the road, cars pass by and I feel a layer of dust forming on my already dark skin.

A lady in a BMW X-6 is on her phone while driving. She is in a hurry probably to the spa and she has just the car. Come to think of it, I am also in a hurry. However, I have to hope for a Good Samaritan to Stop and let me cross this road. Actually, not even stop but slow down and give me the illusion of a safe passage.

The lady puts the pedal to the medal and speeds up. In six seconds she would have covered a mile, in three seconds I would have covered one and a half feet. The math does not add up.

I glance to my left and get the long awaited illusion. I decide to cross the road. My right foot touches the asphalt and I get that chill. The chill that I am an immigrant in foreign territory. Creatures moving here are much faster than humans. Then, as if a weird twist of fate, we meet somewhere in the middle. Not me and the lady, but me and the creature. The beautifil creature pouncing on my stymie body.

I'm quite sure  am dead but remember all along it has been my illusion.