The city has it rules ,Nairobi girls know that and have mastered the art of living by the rules or by making sure they bend the rules to favour them its part of the article i have been writing since morning.
it's 6:30pm in the evening and finally the chief editor feels my story is good enough to be run on tomorrow's newspaper. Tell me why a graduate from one of the best journalism school has to proof to an individual that their story is good.Anyway it's bullshit whining because I have always known this before I enrolled for my journalism degree.
It's Friday and shake it ,baby shake it ,is playing on my apple music that's not the name of the song but the lyrics remind me it's Friday.
The clubs are shouting and calling my name and I'm definitely pulling up tonight. people go to clubs for different reasons but I go there for a good time by that I mean good music and good liquor.
After dressing up and looking like the girl of my dreams I'm ready to step out and shake my body .I Don't drive myself I call my taxi guy to pick me up.
on the lift down to meet my driver, I bump into one of my neighbours, she definitely doesn't like my outfit and I also don't like the way she's dressed. she rolls her eyes on me with disgust and the feminist in me wants to give her a piece of my mind. But its Friday honey my voice can only be used to order for drinks ,sing my favourite songs and request the deejay for songs.
I let that slide and I'm happy she says nothing .I get into my taxi and my driver is your normal Nairobi uber driver he can't keep quite.
From our little conversation with him I can't tell If he believes in love or likes the idea of being in love .But one thing is for sure kibe Nairobi's Andrew tate is yet to enroll him in the no love group of schools.
J club is on flames it's 9.00 and my guy people are having a good time.one of the waiter recognises me and runs to say hi .This is a red flag in my country any girl that's known by a club waiter is a no go zone.But it's none of my business im here for a good time .
The waiter makes sure I have the best spot in the club and I start ordering for my drinks.
I drink like I have no liver , dance to my hearts satisfaction, while at it I try and guard my reputation .its one thirty am and I'm not only drunk but I'm starving and craving some sea
food .
My taxi guy is off ,I don't trust bolts and uber not unless its my driver thats on them .I'm outside j club in the middle of my no car crisis when the newest range rover model packs infront of me.
"babyghurl you have not been here in a while"i smile and ignore him ( I'm not those city babes that are obssesed with these Niger boys)
"Baby ghurl abeg you too fine to be standing on this cold" ,I don't like their accent, why can't they speak fluently but then again I ain't one of the Nigerians in their ministry of education.
The guy finally decides to leave ,Two girls standing next to me start chirping and get my attention. "babe he is rich they own Korea,its him I have seen him on various Korean magazine I cant forget him,he would never date a Kenyan girl,he only dated once and it was he his highschool sweetheart ,I can't believe he is Kenyan and he is in kenya"
The girls suddenly run toward another expensive machine , a true definition of people are making money and I'm sleeping.