(Wrote this a while back.)
A smoky room filled with a breed
of Kenyans eager to enjoy a late night out. A Heineken banner appropriately
placed to set the ambience. This is a large club with a pool table
strategically placed to entertain the modern man as the ladies sip their
chilled wine and subtly enjoy the music. Once the alcohol finally works its way
into their systems, the subtlety vanishes and the disco ball works its magic,
the dance floor is filled with young ladies bending over and men encouraging
them as they order more drinks. The place gets noisier and the choice of music
now inclines to upbeat sounds of raga amid chants and shouting from the rowdy
revelers. Tables show off brown and green beer bottles if it is a good day,
most times a clear representation that Kenyans just got paid. They sure know
how to enjoy themselves.
I sit back watching these young
people, with my occasional keen eye, enjoy themselves like there is no
tomorrow. Sometimes I just take a step back and look around, okay it is more
times than I would like to admit but it works for me. I prefer to do more
listening and less talking because I find that they are many people who are way
more interesting than I am. Note to self, I am not boring but because I am inexplicably prone to embarrassing moments so I limit how much I expose
myself.
Anyway, observation is a great
tool for gaining knowledge and alcohol, a great tool for honesty. When drunk,
people tend to express their pent up feelings, and whether they insist they do
not remember, there is always some truth in it. Like this guy I know...no, that
is a story for another cold day. Now, where was I? Yes, the honesty in
drunkenness, a little ironic I think.
I instinctively decide to follow
a moaning sound I heard in the alley that joins the club to a congested
little bar harboring demons of its own. I seem to be on a mission but I am not
very sure what I aim to discover while on it. I deliberate on whether to tag
someone along then decide against it; I want to be the one to tell what might
be a very compelling story. I walk into the alley
to the sounds of a cheeky laugh, definitely a female. I continue on, following
the girl’s laughter. Finally, I can make out two bodies, I perch myself on a neglected
stool and try to figure out what is happening.
Thankful for a little light from
the club, I make out a voluptuous behind, supported by a slim waist of a girl
clad in a red fitting but very short dress. Her hair long, indicating that she
must have some Asian blood because it looked real. Before I’m done admiring it,
her companion pulls back and what do you know? It is a young lady as well; she
looks fetching from what I can make out and I can foresee that this will indeed
be something out of the ordinary. She appears to whisper sweet nothings to her
red-dressed babe and gets the response she wanted. She strokes her lower back
and slowly slides her hands down commanding a shriek from her mate; once she
grabs her butt. She then quickly turns her and pins her on to a dusty wall and
they intensely lock lips. I stand aghast
rechecking if any one else is present at the scene.
Then I hear a man’s voice.
I turn back only to discover that there is a third party; it was getting really
crazy and I was unsettled. The girls asked him if he enjoyed ‘the show’ and he confirmed
that he did by spanking them both. I silently let out a breathe half believing
what I was witnessing. Zips are unzipped and it looked like a three-some
was about to go down right here in the shabby alley. Was I going to stay and
watch it all unfold? Well, what would you have done?
Things were getting heated up and
I found I could not move. For me, it was quite surprising that these things
actually do happen in our society and now then, who is to blame? Whether one
would wish to accept it or not, it really was the harsh reality. I watched agape
as the man stole deep kisses from the two girls and they found ways to touch
him and themselves at the same time.
“Rebecca, REBECCA, What the …?”
came a sudden voice from a perturbed but good looking man. I chose to stay put
and watched in amusement as Rebecca, the girl in the red dress, recoiled from
the heated intimacy she was previously enjoying. The visitor was breathing
fire, kicking everything in his way while the other two parties of the
three-some that was to be, burst into laughter urging Rebecca to remain and
finish what they had started and let the man be or even better, invite him to
join in. The visitor unleashed unprintable words as he pondered on whether to
leave or drag Rebecca, who was thoroughly embarrassed, and deal with her
accordingly; away from the eager crowd that had now formed. He chose the latter
and left with her declaring what he would do to her for such indecent behavior.
I never figured if he was family, her husband or boyfriend but what I did know
is that it was one unbelievable night. \0/
