Jerry's Bar and Lounge along Duruma Rd : Where night-girls hide under seats to rob clients

It is almost 10pm the heavy Nairobi rain is still pounding hard,I wrap my traveling cloak tightly around me,a cold shiver escapes I turn into an alley and seconds later am at Duruma road. My friend Gaddafi has given up hope,he is ready for pneumonia attack. The night is silent and deceptive, the stars obscured by the heavy clouds,we trudged on,fists clenched. The street lights dim at a distance, dreadful thoughts creep in,an old battered probox wobbles past us leaving behind a stench of rotten avocados. "Unajua sijawai penda hizi probox" Gadaffi says. "Kwanini?" I asked feigning ignorance.
"Al shabaab na hawa assassins wa Muchai hutumia hizi gari." He just touched a raw nerve there but am not willing to let my fear take over,I increase my steps and Gadaffi soon falls in step besides me. Silence picks up. A loud carefree laughter cuts through the night and a rat leaps out of a dustbin scurrying to safety,neon lights flash infront of us. "Ni hapo" Gadaffi murmurs between clenched teeth. "What if she is not in?" I ask him wearily. "She has to be" Gadaffi responds in a matter of fact way. Seconds later we are at Jerry's Bar along Duruma road.
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 A guard frisks us just near the entrance " karibuni" he ushers us in before resuming his post. Everybody falls silent as we enter. The soft mugithi music plays on. We take the stools near the counter and order for warm GKs(Guiness kubwa). The bar man smiles at us revealing a set of brown teeth. We decline his glasses and say that we are okay sipping from the bottle. Two ladies walk to us,they sit on either side of us. The one on my left speaks up " una nare niwashie fegi? " (do you have a matchbox I light up a cigarette? ) I say no and continue sipping my beer. "Kuna baridi leo" she says,I give her a bemused look and reply "I know " she seems offended,hurls insults silently before scrapping her stool noisily to get my attention. She starts walking away putting an extra effort in swaying her hindquarters. I return to sipping my drink,just then I notice a familiar face walking towards us with a smile. Gadaffi turns to me and says "Nilikushow" I smile, and pull back a stool for her.She walks straight at me and offers me a hug..... ooooh Viola(not her real name)...... I whisper as memories start flooding .. I met Viola during my sophomore year,she was this endowed girl blessed with a shapely figure. We used to drool at her luscious body in class. 

She was charming and gifted, intelligent and focused. She would let us copy her assignment and do the PowerPoint presentation on our behalf. She would secretly steal girls phone numbers and give them to us,we would take Kibao vodka at the back of the class every Friday after lessons and smoke a joint or two. We would walk all the way to muthurwa and grab a bottle of Bluemoon vodka at a subsidized price then crash at her place. She had tall dreams, she wanted to go to Hollywood someday. She was the best during the scripting classes, then her mother died, we travelled with her,mourned with her and returned to the city. One evening after classes she called the crew together. We were 6 of us,from her bag she took at 4 bottles of captain Morgan Rum. "Party like never before " she said giggling. Gadaffi got out 6 joints and we took it to the next level. Drunk,spent and wasted we lay on the floor,she broke the news "Guys am getting married " we were stunned. "Nimepata mlami na after marriage naenda Italy" we felt cheated and betrayed. We were angry. Several light years later we are here with her. She is reeling from a nasty divorce. " what happened to you?what are you doing here?" I asked. I work here,she is bitter. "Come I show you around." If you think you have seen Sodom and Gomorrah then you are mistaken. Jerry's is a sin itself. Naked girls take a leisurely walk in the corridors. Some hid under the bed to rob the naive clients who are stupid enough to drop their trousers on the floor. We meet Daisy a girl who believes in charms,she has a string tied on her waist to lure clients and keep them. Her bed is smeared with a strange ointment from Pemba she says...
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