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.