Jacked at SOUTH B

Jacked at SOUTH B (Surely! One Usually Thinks He's ok B4...)

Go with your instincts!

I arrived home from an out-of-town, only-get-to-do-these-on-employer-tab, maximise-per-diem-minimize-expenditure type-thingy (breathe in, breathe out, inhale, exhale...). Haven't seen ka-sweetie in three days! Want to see her but I know she can't leave the house. Need quality time so I decide to settle for Michael-Joseph time with option of QT, face-to-face, body warmth to body warmth meeting in the morrow. Sweet voice on other side of cell seems understanding... Call up usual drink buddy G Heezaho. Agree to meet at Ice-cream by day, keroro by night joint in Westlands. On the way there, guilt takes control and boom-twiff mobile is redirected towards South B.

Supfull for Life

Arrive at gate 2000hrs kasa robo. Looking lovely as ever, better half (by far) opens gate.

Conversation:

• Supu: "Hi Sweets!" Mmwa! Mmwa! "How was the trip? Want to come in?"
• Yours sincerely truly: "Trip was great darling! Whose inside?"
• Supu: "Just Guka and Cucu. Come say hi..."
• YT: "Em... No sweetie... Can't... Was just passing by to say hi. Free tomorrow?"
• Supu: "Just enter for a minute..."
• Conversation interrupted by SMS coming through. Heezaho checking to see where YT is.
• YT looks up from phone to continue conversation only for...
• Third party: "Unajua hi nini?" - brandishing magnum colt, AK42-thru-to-7, version 2.0, with powerfoam

Downhill from there!

The next ten-twenty minutes comprised YT's involvement in a low-budget, poorly acted, crime story. Boom-twiff mobile is a 3-door. YT is 6 something (zero I think!) When third party requests YT to move to back of car, there's no time to: open door, step out, shift chair forward, step in, shift chair back. Somehow, abracadabra, I find myself in back seat. (Have since tried same manoeuvre repeatedly and failed.) Third party (3rd) happens to have brought two friends along so they are a party of three... Touche... 3rd joins YT at back as 4th takes passenger seat and 5th, driver's.

Then begins unsteady drive to nearby Slumville as 3rd indulges himself in ten-minute free-shopping spree at YT supermarket, InCar branch, open 24-7! On special offer are a Nokia x210, SonyXplod car stereo (plus dangling wires), attached diskman, CD therein with latest ragga and 3k kenya shillings, cash money, bob!

Request for return of sim card elicits "Nitakugonga kichwa na mak*nd*!" response to which YT becomes a certified mute. From in-car 3rd party discussions I picked up his name to be Chip Kruk...

Now you see me, now you don't!

Arrival in the Slumville environs is swiftly followed by 3rd, 4th and 5th exiting boom-twiff. Doors ajar, engine running, YT collects himself from back of car. Recent passengers blend in with various parties walking the street, like sugar in a hot cup of tea!

Epilogue

YT then drives back to the House of Supu and borrows some 2k. He rushes off to join G Heezaho. That's the most deserved drink he's had in ages!!