Alcohol will kill the fire in bedroom and make your woman go looking

Done and out. [File, Standard]

It was a Friday evening in one of Nairobi’s swanky joints, the sun had not set, no one had gotten thoroughly sloshed yet - the focus at the time was the gentle music and the process of lining up tummies in readiness for serious damage later in the night. My attention was drawn to this young man who was selling some funny looking twigs to who appeared to be his regular and excited customers.

I eavesdropped on him telling one customer, ”nitaleta ya blue usiku ukifika.” After a few infusions of liquid courage, I asked this entrepreneurial trader about the goods he was selling.