Sherehe confession: How ticket blunder almost landed me in jail

There is a saying that , your first instinct is usually right. Well, I got to learn about this the hard way. I will get to that in a minute.

Nowadays in Nakuru, events are lined up back to back; One weekend you are in a Naxouse event, the next it’s a live DJ recording, then a cultural night, and after that there is an Oldies event.

We have reached a point where events zimekuwa mingi kushinda pesa, and seeing that one is guaranteed to have the time of their life, the thought of missing out just doesn’t cut it.

So, every chance you get and whenever the MPESA balance allows, there you are dancing to ear-deafening music in the middle of some field.

There are times when those generous friends come through, and due to one reason or another, they find themselves with extra tickets. This was the situation I found myself in one afternoon.

My friend calls me and informs me that they have an extra VIP ticket to an event and asks if I would want to go.

I sat in my house and asked myself why not, but then something did not feel right, and now back to the opening statement of this story, your instincts are usually right, and you should trust them.

I brushed that feeling off and asked myself, truly, what could go wrong?

I told him to send me the link, and I was on my way to Section 58. It was almost 11 p.m., and this is the time latecomers arrive at events. So, at the entrance, we stood in line, and one by one we had our tickets scanned, and then it was my turn.

I handed over my phone for it to get scanned, and as I was preparing to make my way into the venue, the woman who was scanning it shouted, “Hii iliscaniwa saa moja.”

Now all eyes were on me, and immediately two bouncers quickly came, and I could feel them breathing heavily over my shoulder.

“Hizi ni aibu gani?” I thought to myself.

I stepped out of the line and went to stand a few meters away. The two bouncers were keeping a keen eye on me, ready kunifanya niwe funzo kwa wengine.

I tried calling my friend, and he wasn’t picking, how convenient.

I should have trusted my gut and stayed in. Now I am standing here in the cold, looking all suspicious.

“Why didn’t you just pay for your own ticket?” one would ask. You remember the statement about how your MPESA balance is what dictates whether or not you will have fun? Well, let’s just say my body was willing; however, the account balance had other opinions.

Just as I was leaving, he returned my call, and I explained the predicament he had put me in, and since I was already bored, there was no going back, so I made my way home.

My instincts tried to warn me, but my broke self said, what could go wrong? I think we found out what could go wrong.

Moral of the story, always trust your gut!