On a Sunday morning, I boarded a Nairobi-bound Easy Coach from Kakamega, eager to visit my brother Pius and sort out some issues at TSC. My plan was to return home via Kakamega, leaving my school in the capable hands of Kuya, just like I had learned from Bensouda when she was still new to her role.
Before Bensouda got tired of giving me instructions, she would call me every other hour, asking what was happening and offering guidance. I didn't want to be like her, so I decided to let Kuya fully run the school without any interference.
As I arrived in Nairobi, I met Pius at the Easy Coach stage, and we headed to his Syokimau home. His wife was thrilled to see me, or rather, the food stuffs Fiolina had given me to bring her. We had lunch together, and later, Pius asked me to accompany him to Gateway Mall to meet his friend.
At the mall, we entered a fairly new bar, which Pius called a pub. Even before we had ordered drinks, he received a call, and his friend was in the next pub. The dim lights and closed windows immediately told me what a night club meant – it didn't necessarily have to be at night.
As we joined Pius' friend, I ordered my favourite beer, Summit, but they didn't have it. Pius joked, 'Huku sio Mwisho wa Lami Dre, Wachana na Summit.' I joined Pius and his friend in taking Jug Daniels, but this was different – I was feeling high, and I suspected that what I usually take in Kakamega at Golf is counterfeit. This was the original Jug Daniels.
After a few drinks, Pius was visibly drunk, and his friend placed his head on his slaps. We decided to go to another club, but Pius and his friend could hardly walk. With the help of the ladies, we left the pub, and I hazily remember us entering Pius's car at the parking lot.
I don't remember anything after that, except that I woke up in a room that I couldn't immediately recognise. Seated next to me was Fiolina, and she was extremely excited to see me, thanking God for my life. However much I tried, I couldn't tell my surroundings. I tried to stand up but my whole body was aching. Eventually, I stood up with Fiolina's help.
I was at Pius' place, and Fiolina and Pius' wife asked me questions, but my memory seemed to have taken a walk. I would later gather that we were found in Pius' car on Monday morning. While I was deep asleep, Pius was in a bad shape, frothing at the mouth and had been taken to hospital, where he got admitted.
But there were two other things. We had lost everything: wallets, money, phones, watches, rings, belts, and shoes. More items had been stolen from the car, including Pius' laptop and radio.
The next morning, Pius' wife took me to a police station to record a statement, and we went to visit Pius at Mater Hospital. Though he was now conscious, he was speaking incoherently and could not remember anything.
The next morning, together with Fiolina, we travelled back to Kakamega. It was a long trip, and Fiolina lectured me all the way from Nairobi. But I had to humble myself because I didn't have money and phone. And I needed Fiolina to come to my rescue. All I did was profusely and repeatedly apologise. I spent the rest of the week in Kakamega being nursed by Fiolina. And unaware of what was happening since I had no phone.
Fiolina only bought me a phone last Monday, and that's when I travelled to Mwisho wa Lami. I do not know many things in life, but I know I will never set foot in a pub in Nairobi. Never!
