POV : Euphoric Nights
“In the morning we’ll choose to forget the moments we wish to remember”
In as much as the superego was determined to set things straight and bring logic to the situation, the id was working overtime and the events that unfolded on this night were nothing but impulsive.
Before Ms. Rona came around, going out and enjoying the mundane things of life such as ‘sherehe’ and ‘parte after parte’ was the norm. There didn’t need to be a reason to celebrate in order to grab a bottle and club hop the night away. Like clockwork when the weekend is upon you, you may receive a text message simple asking “Uko? (where are you?)” and you would act accordingly and show up.
On one particular night, I find myself away from the confines of my room and in the company of my friends and friends of friends. Usually, I would find myself in such a situation when I was mentally almost stable as opposed to when I am going through it.
On this particular night, I was going through it. I was out to enjoy myself and have a good time. Little did I know that my sense of logic and being rational would be a myth. Let’s begin.
I had never been to West Mall, I have only heard about it and about shop 59 if I remember correctly. All I know is that you may find the whole of Nairobi there if the universe decides that Nairobi ni dot and you will meet your pre-school bestie. Fortunately, I knew nobody but my friends so I could be whichever version of myself that decided to show up. Everything started casually, with a few drinks and casual pleasantries. A few bottles in and the music in your head has you swaying from side to side and imagining that you’re the main character. I was the main character and this night was about me. I drifted away for a while and suddenly, I was the only person I knew there. Everyone was new to me. There was no familiar face and of course, this was the day that I hadn’t charged my phone. I brushed it off and continued walking around because I was so sure I would find someone I knew. I didn’t. Instead, in the midst of my confusion, I encountered someone. In my dazed state, I decided that he was safe to be around. My instincts told me that he would be a safe person to be around and I listened.
I was worried that I was the only person I knew on the premises. I frantically told my newly found blanket of safety that I needed to leave and go all the way to Karen to a club I didn’t know existed. See I am a homebody; I enjoy being in the confines of my room as I explore various parts of my mind. I told him, “I need to go to Club M.”
I for one had no idea where this was or the significance of being there but I needed to go there. He, very casually said, “I’ll take you there.” I was relieved because that is all I needed. That’s all I wanted.
So I left West Mall with my barely charged phone and found my way to Karen, another territory that was foreign to me but he navigated the way and I made it there.
So I am a simple girl, I see a pool table and suddenly I presume that I am the best player. In the back of my mind, I needed to charge my phone and he said he’s got this and I got my phone charged. Don’t ask me how just know it happened.
Time went by as I was kissing and holding him as if we were lovers. Eventually, his friends interrupted and wanted him to play the game of pool. He joined in and he was really good at it. He almost did it so effortlessly.
Time went by and he needed to leave and there I was in my dazed state knowing very well I shouldn’t go with them. I did anyway, disregarding my sense of safety. Something told me it’s fine, relax and I did just that.
We got to a house, I would say in Karen, and spent the night smoking shisha, taking shots, and conversing as though we (myself and three other gentlemen) were the best of friends. Well, they were, I was just the girl who happened to be there. It was an enjoyable time that I enjoyed immensely.
In the morning I left and that was the last I heard of them.
