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The African Charmer

The Alchemist Bar (Photo Courtesy: CNN)

I squint at my wristwatch trying to read the time in the dimly lit joint. 10:23pm. I glance at my buddy sitting across the table and point at my wrist. He nods, takes a long swig at the beer mug, puts it back on the table, and stands up gathering his jacket. 

He and I have had this ritual for a while now. Whenever he visits Nairobi, we activate The holy trinity. An all-night bender that begins with Brew Bistro before 7pm, when there is still sitting space available, then move to The Alchemist and finally end up at Mercury Lounge. Having imbibed three pitchers of their craft beer, Kifabock, we make our way to the second stop. 

FEMME FATALE

I check my watch for the umpteenth time. It is 10:45 pm on a Friday night, I am crashing a birthday party at some nondescript joint along Waiyaki Way. Worst decision ever. The DJ is playing reggae non-stop and every reveler except me seems to know lyrics to all the tunes by heart. If that isn’t bad enough the party is a total sausage fest.

As if on cue my phone rings. Josh Calling. Now Josh is a coworker who does two things with uttermost perfection. Close business deals and party like a rockstar. Whenever he calls I’m absolutely certain it’s going to be a dramatic night.

I move to the balcony.