By Tony Mochama

At about 3:30am on a Saturday night, after coming from dancing like a dervish on the floor, this fellow I've known for eons and who is now sitting with three cute women 60 per cent of his age turns to me like a sage.

"Night Runner, at your age, keep grooving like that and you will die of heart attack on a dance floor at 40."

Then he goes back to sipping his Sh5,000 bottle of Courvoisier or something fancy like that — fancy that when folk are thinking of unga and kerosene.

My buddy is the kind of guy who will be celebrating Easter somewhere near the sea, since as a grain mini-tycoon, he doesn’t know what end month is. But I digress. Is it possible that I’ll someday collapse and die on a dance floor?

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I can think of worse ends than falling to strobe lights, passing away under the fluorescent of hospitals, then waking up to the sweet bright lights of … oh, hell! ‘That’s HELL!’ Anyway, ‘no hell, no hell,’ the angels did say — and I’ll take them at their word. Nevertheless, maybe it’s about time I re-considered the meaning of Easter.

Holy Saturday

Chances are that many good people, maybe the Night Runner amongst them, did many bad things — like drinking — yesterday. Yet it was Good Friday. Dare I say it’s like folk are celebrating the dark day on Gethsemane?

So, today on Holy Saturday, when all was quiet in Nazareth, if it’s not too late for you, I suggest we rest. Let us read the paper in the morning, watch soccer in the afternoon, and beat the moon home, for once.

Resurrection Sunday, tomorrow, is a day for church morning, and family in the afternoon. But since it is a day for joy, not sorrow, people should night-run till Mututho o’clock, or even midnight.

My Monday morn, like every other for the Night Runner, will be spent mourning and groaning. After lunch, I’ll write the first page of The Fall of the Pharaohs, a non-fiction tome we’re beginning about the demise of Ben Ali, Mubarak and Gaddafi.

I don’t know about an apple a day, but a page a day for nine months is 300 pages. Just in time for X-Mas.