Hey Socrates, you seem to have been really slapping it...!! Eish, enjoying/living the life, so recklessly....
Your one way ticket to the USA was a mighty escape (the sewer that is Nairobi indeed); i can see that, otherwise you could be in some long forgotten un-marked grave somewhere too.
Wow, the stories
Thanks gods of my ancestors for my ability to get good grades. Otherwise I would be a Nairobi junkie or dead. World Cup 1994 finals I almost died after some morons spiked my kimeus "Akamba sugarcane drink" we were drink in kasarani in a den. I had this hot Kamba maid i was dating ..so these thugs decided they wanted the chic and spiked my drink. We barely made home and i went out in the living room. I was saved with induced vomiting at a back alley clinic hapo zimma. Good days good days.. We used to go to KU and light harambee hall with weed smoke. After 1 am weed would be legalized
I left in 1995 and in 1996 my dear mentor papa lefty died from Aids complications and his brother papa Charlie never recovered..
In 1995 i spent 2 months in mombasa drinking ...i hit a Nubian gin den hapo kipevu. It was after signon freight docks owned by giddy moi. We would then hit clubs until morning dancing with backpacking white trash