KIDS AND ALCOHOL DON'T MIX.

Underage Drinking In Kenya

On Friday Night I attended a party along Kiambu Road,at Ridgeways to be exact. I had been tormented via inbox by some girl who wanted me to attend her birthday party. I was going to flatly ignore it but she wouldn't relent...I didn't  see why I should attend a stranger's party. Makes NO sense.

But being the little sweet terrorist she is,she managed to coerce me into falling for it. And,Boy,was it a party. For starters,the birthday girl was turning 16. And she is a Form 2 student at some funky,prestigious school in Nairobi...You know...those elite institutions...

The Bash was going down at THEIR home at Ridgeways...A really cosy,urbane,luscious and scintillating home...with chandelier lights dangling on the roof,sparkly walls,an top-notch home theater system and a warm,furry Persian carpet sweeping through the noblesse room...

I got there and sat at a corner,drink in hand...It must have been white wine,or whatever...the noise was ear-blasting,the food was and the general ambiance and mood was aristocratic...

It was a place filled with teenagers. And just a few older people. Like Me. I sat there,speechless,watching the madness unfold. One by one,the teenagers arrived...dressed for the red carpet and smelling like a bag of money...

I could see diamond-esque earrings dotting the ears of the girls,I could see the blinding chains they wore,the charade of bangles and the gorgeous,6 inch heels...they also wore skimpy tops which amply dishing out their tiny cleavages to the world...the skirts and pants were extremely short and tight too..It was a riot for sexual appeal...

Their tiny nails were assaulted with the darkest of red nail polish,their faces were a blanket of tasteful make-up and their Cleopatra lips were gorgeously adorned in a fatal touch of heavenly lipstick...

Man,and these were 16, 15,or 17...these were teenagers...some as young as 14.I watched them at a distance and totally lost it..Beer started flowing in...And the young teenage boys made a beeline for it..every young boy had a girl in his hand...It was like some hard rock Goth Party...somewhere in Malibu,California...

It was like a conglomeration of the children of Rock Stars,Movie luminaries and Drug barons...

Pardon Me. But I didn't quite understand it..

The Music was PURE ROCK. And they even had hired a professional DJ to sweep the night away.

These kids were dancing and smoking and TWERKING and gyrating and cavorting and swirling and twirling like a bunch of crazed sexual gymnasts.

And a group of 6 girls were at a corner...smoking Shisha or whatever..and looking high as 62 planes...

I asked one of them how old she was. She said 15. I asked her where her parents were,she said "Home.." I asked her,"Do they know EXACTLY where You are!?" She said, "No..." And laughed. "I lied..." she added...

But before I could ask another question,her drunk boyfriend of two hours stumbled over to where we were and whisked her away...giving me a mean,raw look...

It baffled me how a group of around 50 teenagers could be holed up in their pal's house and turn it into a Sin Den,complete with Shisha-smoking,hard music,cigarettes and alcohol and sexual escapades...Under the blanket of the darkness,Under the guise of a birthday party...

Honestly,I would hate my DAUGHTER to have been there.

And I am MORE PROUD f my Dad now. My really strict Dad who made sure we went through the toughest MOST boring life ever!

We never hang out,had friends over,went for sleepovers or parties or nothing. It was a cold,boring childhood.

I hated Him then...But I understand Now...

But we didn't miss a thing. I didn't miss a thing. Or break a bone. I am still fine,still good,going strong and still here.


To My future Kids,

I don't care whether You will hate me or Love Me,BUT ONE THING is for sure;
I wont let You go anywhere anytime.

I MUST KNOW where You are at any given time.

I WONT take cheap lies from You.

I wont be blackmailed or sweet-talked into letting You engage in mischief.

I will PUNISH You thoroughly whenever You are wrong.

I WILL demand an Explanation FOR Anything and Everything You Do.

And I WILL stock every step of Your Childhood.

Hate me or Love Me.

It will be a Home of Rules.

Tough Rules,Baby.

You may HATE Me then,But am sure that,Just Like Myself,You will Understand later....