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Nakuru's night life: Here's a clubbing rule that might save you this long weekend

An aerial view of Nakuru city at night.

Photo credit: FILE

Fridays come with beautiful chances of making memories stretching into the weekend and possibly further to Monday when a public holiday, like the one slotted for November 13 appears.

Revellers are amongst the most grateful Kenyans to the government for this holiday.

While thinking about this, I remembered my old clubbing days. Often one would bump into their workmate, neighbor or in a no strange coincidence their ex-lover.

You’d hide your face within the crowd or if the crowd hasn’t formed you would play drunk and tipsy to the extent of not recognizing them.

Today, this is not the case. The rule of thumb has changed and almost all serious revelers are akin to it. The “Hatujuani” clubbing rule.

When you find someone you know even though they have seen you and there was no meet up plans, the least is to ask whether you can join them. However, if they have company, do not bother them with your presence or trying to catch their attention.

Get into your business and when you get high “Pombe isikuonyeshe kwenye ako”.

Jake who works with a well-known real estate company in Nakuru confesses to learning the rule in the hard way. Like any reveler, he went clubbing in the town’s famous club. While there, he locked eyes with his ex-girlfriend.

Thoughts of saying hi! crossed his mind but he chose a corner seat where he could always have his eye on her.  

As the night waned, it got fancier and steamier for his ex-girlfriend, she was joined by some slender guy; responding to each other’s gestures merging their bodies with the beat of the music, lost in the euphoria of the night they danced oblivious of Jake’s presence.

Sip after sip Jake was becoming furious. The dance and touch was getting into his skin.

Like a storm, Jake approached his ex’s table. Midway he was stopped by muscular bouncers. He tried shouting his ex’s name who kept telling the bouncers “Hatujuani.”

Jake was ejected out of the club.

Listen, “Hatujuani” is a silent code of anonymity that can save you from public shame.