Celebrating East African Writing!
I do not have an Aston Martin… If I did I wouldn’t be planning on bitching on what I am just about to bitch about!!
So a friend of mine calls me up and asks if we could meet up… We spoke last in 2006…. In high school. Let’s call him Victor*. I am down with the plan. I ask him to come to Sarit because town is just a hustle and I had some work to finish at the office.
Be advised, I went to Barding High School… Google it… “Did you mean boarding high school?” It’s not on *%#$* Google!! I am not even sure if I got secondary education!!
So he calls me that he is at Sarit waiting by the gate!! At the gate!! This tells you of the oncoming mayhem!!
We go to a coffee shop and I quickly order for a glass of juice… this always serves as an idea to the other person about how much money I have to spend!!! The most you can order is two glasses of juice….
“Mimi nataka food….” He says!! I am in shock.. That menu has nothing less than 330/= on the food part!
“Steak iko…na rice??” My heart stopped!! THAT’S 780/= DID HE @#$%* SEE THAT!!???
“Na mango juice.” He comfortably adds!!!
I am hyperventilating… my palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy…..
I totally zoned out… I heard absolutely nothing he said until the steak came… From the menu it looked like they would bring a cow in lingerie wearing a ribbon!!
The bill came to 1020/= COMPLETELY DISTRAUGHT!
On our way out he asks me for some money to start a business!!
People…. Me wearing expensive shirts and shoes and FACE does NOT mean I am rich!! Behind my expensive designer clothes lies THE HUSTLE…
P.s I am listening to Usher’s Nice and slow I like when he keeps on repeating…”I’ll freak you right I will.”
That is all…
RANDOM… please check this out kuweni serious!
That is all.
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