Omba omba kwa pub
I write this with uttermost anger .
So Jana usiku after job sinimeamua kumeza chupa mbili b4 nihome .
My village has over 4 pubs , where we meet n catch on various topics here n there .
So Mimi huyo I park outside (ki-nduthi hehehehe , not yet blessed kuwa nabeba funguo mingi) … Talk of the devil kufungua curtains za pub niingie. Guess who are sitting near the entrance … Those mafundi wa mtaa , ni kinyanjui na mwaura … Damn this dude’s , I pretend sijawaona lakini kumbe damn madafaka washaniona …
Kusimama kwa counter, mwaura shouts my name “Mwalimu, Mwalimu MACHAA”…
I twist my head faking a smile , am sure n I suspect they are up to no good … This “parasites”…
“Tweterie jug mwalimu” … Kinyanjui shouts at me , already giving the waiter a sign language to bring a jug (ya keg) to the table I will pay …
I approach their table trying to convince them Sina any , but they will here none of it … Since m the village supplier of gas they believe m loaded …anyway it’s kshs 120 not much to make me poor … M always expecting this , though wameharibu budget … I decide to order BALOZI mbili instead of mAh usual GUiness…
I find an empty sit , hata before I glance around to admire the village whores , polisi wetu was Kijiji yani senior was AP post ndiye huyo he waves at me holding a BALOZI too … Nigga can’t a businessman drink in peace … I wave at muthoni Kia matina , the barmaid to give him a bottle … This is exploitation …thao inaelekea kukatika na si nyama choma nakula…
Guess who joins my table ? The village parrot , chege wa thabutha … He is smelling mituras …
"Mwalimu , niongezee 30 nipige kiblack " …he tells me …
Akiiiiiiii I m tired … Nitawanunulia Hadi lini ?
si ungeishia restaurant kubwa umumunye chupa tatu na sok tatu per beer …khasia