Nairobi got some interesting dynamics and, to start off,let us look at K1, or rather, only look at K1. This joint has got the distinct reputation for longevity in light of the tectonic adjustments that invited this millennium, and as such it persists.
It is funny, coz you may stumble in on Tuesday evening, non the wiser, and observe little more than about 4 pair of people going at it in that pool room. But re-calibrate, and fast forward to Thursday; damn, does the entire Narirobi converge upon K1 that day or what?
There is scarcely any space in the way of parking during wee hours, and the crowd inside is normally ballooned out. Not even sure how people manage to dance. However, there is a puzzle that accompanies the presence of those formidable crowds; you would need the keen eye of a microbiologist that spends hours trying to figure out the number of atoms inside an amoeba cell, and the precise sequencing of nucleotides, that lurk behind the biological disasters that pop up from time to time in the general population, perhaps best exemplified by the female eating cannibal, Onyancha. I think they tripped when he was let go by authorities with failure to pre-warn the kijiji people that indeed Onyancha had been set free, and in a combined effort of some security officials and wananchi, he was almost consigned to a pre-emptive grave, but aliponea.
Try and take a mental note of the number of tables in a busy day for K1 that lacked any form of alcohol. Sounds trivial enough, but in reality its a very telling revelation. So with the row upon, parked vehicle, within and without the confines of K1, and the begging question would be to pinpoint the "designated drivers", those "one for the team" fella that sips on Fanta and ground nuts, in immeasurable misery, wondering if the clock could run fast enough, for the next Thursday to come around, on which day he will be free to quench his thirst for maji ya wazee. It would be interesting to find out the genuine number of people who would ply that noble route by taking one for the team. Quite often, the cut off of alcoholic beverage intake tends to coincide with much reduced patronization of such clubs and the like.
I am wondering if they have ever set up alcoblow breathalyzer traps of the kind you couldn't leave in either direction without running into the dragnet early in the morning on a Friday; potentially millionaires could instantly appear in the ranks of Traffic Cops, NTSA, or whichever authority it is that does set those traps. It might seem as though that eventuality could materialize on the millionaire thingy, but I got no concrete proof to that effect.
So which group Ubers, Little Taxis, Mr. Kamau's Taxis and leaves the cars at home? And which one bites the bullet by showing up and staying dry?
It is funny, coz you may stumble in on Tuesday evening, non the wiser, and observe little more than about 4 pair of people going at it in that pool room. But re-calibrate, and fast forward to Thursday; damn, does the entire Narirobi converge upon K1 that day or what?
There is scarcely any space in the way of parking during wee hours, and the crowd inside is normally ballooned out. Not even sure how people manage to dance. However, there is a puzzle that accompanies the presence of those formidable crowds; you would need the keen eye of a microbiologist that spends hours trying to figure out the number of atoms inside an amoeba cell, and the precise sequencing of nucleotides, that lurk behind the biological disasters that pop up from time to time in the general population, perhaps best exemplified by the female eating cannibal, Onyancha. I think they tripped when he was let go by authorities with failure to pre-warn the kijiji people that indeed Onyancha had been set free, and in a combined effort of some security officials and wananchi, he was almost consigned to a pre-emptive grave, but aliponea.
Try and take a mental note of the number of tables in a busy day for K1 that lacked any form of alcohol. Sounds trivial enough, but in reality its a very telling revelation. So with the row upon, parked vehicle, within and without the confines of K1, and the begging question would be to pinpoint the "designated drivers", those "one for the team" fella that sips on Fanta and ground nuts, in immeasurable misery, wondering if the clock could run fast enough, for the next Thursday to come around, on which day he will be free to quench his thirst for maji ya wazee. It would be interesting to find out the genuine number of people who would ply that noble route by taking one for the team. Quite often, the cut off of alcoholic beverage intake tends to coincide with much reduced patronization of such clubs and the like.
I am wondering if they have ever set up alcoblow breathalyzer traps of the kind you couldn't leave in either direction without running into the dragnet early in the morning on a Friday; potentially millionaires could instantly appear in the ranks of Traffic Cops, NTSA, or whichever authority it is that does set those traps. It might seem as though that eventuality could materialize on the millionaire thingy, but I got no concrete proof to that effect.
So which group Ubers, Little Taxis, Mr. Kamau's Taxis and leaves the cars at home? And which one bites the bullet by showing up and staying dry?
