Mwambanization!

Call it a sweet revenge, call it good omen that comes with brand new jerseys…or call it playing at home! Mwamba’s victory over Impala was just one to crown the weekend!

The Railways club plays host to the two, who have been baying for each other’s blood. They are at the top 3 behind Quins and I can bet you its either Mwamba or Impala who are taking the cup home!

I check in minutes after kick-off, mama watoto kando yangu. Ayumba is in the house. This guy deserved the Union’s award for the best rugby reporter. He is with his camera guy Chris Omollo, who walks around with an elongated lens on his camera. Quiet a task being a sports photographer!

The crowd here is a bit high, and the more steps up the terrace, the higher the crowd. Chants of Mwamba inabamba reign the air and the Impala fans seem to only cheer when they come close to the touchline.

The terraces remind me of Mass Choir, which I was part of when in primary school. Singing for Mo1 and then you get free uniform plus Bata shoes and a meal at the Moi Educational Centre. Wonder what eats our guy up that he can’t have the thing revived! The wooden terraces have been eaten away by the hands of time and are dusty and an eyesore. Same as the pitch…Anyone from Kulabu to snap his fingers and make things happen....HELLO!!

Steel Pulse is around, and he makes several trips to the beer vendors to get malted! Arigi shows up, in specs. Could this guy be ageing or it’s a swag? Puree, Nyasuba and Madea show up in the A.R.M.Y. gear…those tops have been swinging traffic to the Ministry. Cant wait for what is in the pipeline this year.

Impala put up a spirited fight, but Kulabu have the better advantage. Am not a sports writer so am going to leave it at that. You can read that from the 40-bob Sunday paper!

I notice Nyasuba is flaunting her REDDS drink…that to me is like juice. I repeat, if you take a chick out and she orders for that drink, ask the waiter for fluffy yellow sconse! Nyasuba……bite me!

Mike Kwambo, he who lost his phone at Bella Vista club last year is busy scribbling points down. He looks like a scout of some sort, don’t know if he does print rugby or online rugby.

Bump on Daudi Were, also lensed up. I compare his camera to the point and shoot ones we show up at Safari 7’s with…great to link up with you. Ondiege is on cloud 9, strolling here and there in the sweet victory of his team.

Kevin ‘mbling’ Wambua is probably the sole Kao guy I know playing rugby. I may be the next one, watch this space for Facebook rugby!

Stig Masya, has a proposal that we head to K1, but not with my hangdown. Thika did more damage to a brother and cant stand another beer bottle. Next time Stig, I repeat Next time!

Arigi gives me a beer with a funny name, Omera am used to distilled things! Now how does one take this? It says ‘Enjoyed since 1880’….wtf!

Kiarie, our coast bunny did a good one. This guy can write, write and never stop writing. He has a vision for one Julie Mwamburi, who he testifies has the best *slaps* around…check it out! He talks about finding the A.R.M.Y. tees at Tesco and Mr. Price…how this is the year for the Wizara and how he has marital plans. Can’t wait for the stag night, kwanza Mombasa!

The weekend is only hours away, can’t wait!

Thika sirudi tena...

Been long since I did a blog, my apologies, work and other errands that keep my economy moving. A lot has happened at the last phase of last year, both good and bad. This is 20-ellevate and we focus, yes focus!

Crossed the mwaka safely and sober, kwanza at the Groove Party where I was in the company of the likes of Nancy Kihenia aka NKT, Seb aka Don, Kev and other creative minds. The gig was crommed and well, seems its another plus year for the Gospel music in Kenya. Blessings double-double!

The first weekend of the year, and all of you can agree that the weekend reminiscices those prolonged droughts from UKambani! Accountants dodge us and thus there was minimal binging around, kwanza with the Mututho laws that had over 30 beer apostles sent 6 months behind bars for drinking before 5.00pm. Funny thing is that they were at Sabina Joy, that famous brothel that has stood the test of time. Me thinks it was a crime of passion, but then they say the law is something!

Mutunga and Mutheu hijack me for a random one to Thika. We get to meet at the Nation lounge, it’s a nice spot, the décor and set up is eye-catching, plus the beer price comes handy being January. Problem is that all their screens are showing ntv programmes, even those irritating soaps from the Phils! Someone tip them to have one screen for ntv, the rest can get a DSTV feed or something mature and entertaining.

Ann shows up, and we have to zindikisha her. Chick made me laugh when she asked the Thika mathree whether she can be dropped at Kasarani….its like going to Kisumu and you want to alight at Westie and pay 50 bob…Ann…its 2011!

Mutunga spots house utensils and is amazed. Can’t blame a brother, problem of being a bachelor is that you own one thermos, one cup, one plate, one sufuria, one spoon and one fork.

We board a Matatu for Thika, and the jav is full of beauties and couples. Mutunga being the guzzler couldn’t resist stopping the mat to obey the call of nature. Am sure he cut it off when the driver put in the ignition key!

Thika town isn’t that bad. Beer is 120/- and one can feel the nightlife here. We start at a highway local where we join Mutinda and Freda. The latter left 48 hours later and it is said Mutinda flooded JKIA with tears, mapenzi ni ugonjwa kweli. The same happened to Victor, who left the KAA staff mopping away his tears at the UAE departures!

And someone better tell them folks there to pull down those Christmas lights, its January!

We decide to check in at Pokers, with the hope that patrons here poke! Met one Facebook friend that Syooooks me all the way, much to the entertainment of the gang. What happens in Thika, stays in Thika!

I hate clubs where one has to pay to enter, and to make matters worse…a 100bob! Then they have to stamp the palm of your hand as if you are a document.

A cat fight ensued, next to us. Thika mama’s know how to use the beer bottle. I don’t know who did what for who but it’s rather unethical and against tradition for beautiful, bootiful and smartly dressed chicks to trade punches.

We swap clubs, and go to one Cocoa-whatever that denied us entry. Looked like a punk club as the number of Raj’s descendants kept showing up. We opt to call it a day-of-night and pass out, in the car…with Mutunga, whose phone kept ringing every 35 minutes!

There is something about sleeping in odd places and position, one tends to get carried away and has sweet dreams! You turn and realize you on an inclined car seat!

9.00am..i leave Thika. The rest want to travel to Kitui, me I have a game to watch.

Thika, you on my mind.