My Whiskey girl 

I find myself at a bar at 1.00am in the morning. 

Downing the next shot of whiskey,

I know its wrong drink that much, but I just can’t get enough

The world is spinning the feeling is great and the world is colorful. 

The bartender is only too happy to give me more for he gains profits out of me.

I walk out of the bar, at least I was mostly on my feet, 

I ventured the city Nairobi where the street lights shone bright, like the stars where a stone throw away. 

Crab walking in the pavements of the street, people stare but I don’t care as I shuffle on through. 

Singing to the top of my lungs with a whiskey bottle wrapped around it, thinking am Lois Armstrong. Man was I wrong! 

Finally I settle down at a public bench in Kenyatta Avenue across GPO. 

A few minutes pass as l drift away to lala land. “fun night?” came from the most melodic voice as some lady sat next to me. 

Still daze, “My mom told me not to speak to strangers” I said with a smirk, she chuckled and I swear I saw her eye glow. 

“You really want to lead with that line.” she said

“well, it was either that or you are so damn pretty.” 

“Ha! You should have used that”

“Yeah but it would be too cheesy, but got you to laugh, didn’t I? 

“yeah you did…. ”

Dialogue continued… 

But as I sent more time with her, I wanted to stay with her longer, 

Smart and fun but most importantly interesting. 

I didn’t even realize that I was sobering up. 

A thought rang in my mind, as i stare at her as she talk, ‘this is great’. 

And she kind of just disappeared from sight and found a homeless guy staring at me with a puzzled look. 

Confused I looked around for her but gone she was. And I knew it, from the look of that homeless guy, it was plenty clear.

With a laugh I walked away towards home feeling both elated and dissatisfied. Maybe I get stupid drunk again I might, just might, just…

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