Monday Musings

Today is one of them lazy Mondays. My cold is almost gone, I think going out into the open air is what helped it out. You see the thing is that I have a strong immune system so when I get a cold it puts me out for the count, the funny thing is that I either got it from my niece or passed it to her; so we were both out of commission for most of last week.

Moving on from my health issues. I am sure some bloggers who are down South have always wondered why they never see Aco at bashes and the readers must wonder why they don't read posts by Aco about the beer fuelled chaos that are known as Kenyan parties and other clubbing experiences. Answer is that other then my apathy towards most Kenyan bashes is that I tend to be a very picky drinky. I only drink on specific days (Fri - Sun afternoons, public holidays, vacations and the odd celebration). I am not one of those dudes who drink to celebrate the sun rising. I also tend to be very picky about where I drink, this isn't to say that I have airs (I'm sure we all remember my post of the burning table at the local). I can only drink in a place where I feel comfortable and safe. I remember one day there was a raid at the Kenya National Theatre pub by Nairobi City Council. Everyone, staff and customers were put in a lorry and carted off. It seems the place didnt have an operating license, so going out for a beer and spending the weekend (if you are busted on a Friday) in jail and having to bribe or pay a fine isn't what I envision when I go out for a beer. And when I am in locals I tend to eschew the use of glasses, this is after seeing a particularly inebriated man vomiting into a glass after being overcome by the brew, and we all know that in many locals their idea of cleaning is swirling water in every glass sans soap; so I am not taking any risks. Of course the joint of choice also has to have nice ambience and a nice mature crowd. I do prefer drinking with my friends and other people who must be able to carry a conversation, I do tend to be paranoid about overly friendly strangers esp women since I could find myself in a scenario like this. Those few things aside, I pretty much drink anywhere and with anyone!

Speaking about bars, let me tell ya'll an interesting story. When I was in Uni in Kenya we had this pal called Mjaka and no he was not a jeng. The origin of that nickname is very interesting, you see we went to the coast for some Mombasa raha and in one of the night clubs a lady of easy virtue took a liking to him and at the end of the night they left together. The next night, we went to another club and we ran into his new friend and he was looking for him, she saw us and started chatting to us. After the usual niceties this is when the convo got interesting,

Girl: Yule beshte wenu, yeye ni mjaka?
Pal #3: Ziii, kwa nini?
Girl: Jana vile alinipeleka kwa bedroom, nilidhani yeye ni mjaka

After hearing that, when we caught up with him; we began to call him Mjaka and the name stuck. For a brief period we did begin calling him Jackass but that is a story for another day.
ps: Due to my fear of finding myself in bed with a girl with hoooves or stretching arms, there is no fraternising with the local women for me during a trip to the Coast.
pps: I do know there is some dude out there who has been pirating content from various Kenyan blogs. Even if you delete your blog, Google never forgets. I am working on a post for you D.M...