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Money works in mysterious ways on those who have not handled large sums in their life time.
They, somehow, want the world to know that they have ‘fallen into things.’
And these people make for the most amusing spectacle if one engages them in people watching in a pub. Like Owish.
Two weeks ago he came and placed a Sh20,000 wad on the counter and began telling the money like one would an old friend, how it had tendad him, but now that “nime kushika wewe pesa utanitambua....we will see who will be the last man standing in this local” he told the notes endlessly while laughing that heinous laugh peculiar to habitués of the drinking tables.
Of course, Owish was the last man standing having taken copious swills of Johnnie Walker Double Black at Sh600 which at the local “ni kama deposit ya shamba” says Diameter, the political analyst, after Owish took ten double shots.
Last week Owish was at it again.
He told Gachiri, the new cab guy at Wa-Hannah’s, “take me to Naivasha for just one drink... halafu turudi!”
Gachiri removed his Godpapa, scratched his head in what he called ‘hesabu ya carry one” and pegged the trip at Sh6,000 which Owish called pocket change.
Karembo, the new ‘night nurse’ who has been coming to the local kutega for business unclosed her legs in her trademark ‘compass’ position and lit another cancer stick at the news of going to Naivasha.
Looking at Karembo’s thighs, Owish said “twende urembeshe meza!” and when Kang’ethe registered interest Owish alijitolea roho moja to fuel his jalopy full tank to Naivasha.
“I will even buy you a woman, Kang’ethe!” promised Owish who also asked Waka-Knife to carry mguu moja ya mbuzi with kachumbari for chewing on the way so that Kot-Kot “can have stomach defense.”
And so it was that the entire local trooped to Naivasha for just one drink “halafu turudi!”
But from Friday the drinking party only returned on Sunday evening. Nyambu, the counter girl whom Kang’ethe wished would have tagged along for a chance to see her butt dimples “life-life”, gave it a miss. She knew Owish was burning a Sacco loan like a bank on fire!
