Bar tender

Am your regular campus jamaa. 5 feet 8inches tall. So, there’s no way my height can make ladies giggle and bat their eyelids. However, luck hit me squarely on the chest when some company, whose true dealings I can’t reveal to the public, offered me a marketing job that comes with a not so bad pay. So that night, I had the courtesy of rudely asking the bar tender to teremsha mbio mbio mzinga mbili za famous grouse na maji baridi kabisaa! She strode to my table. Her face plane. But the eyes spoke it all. I grabbed her hand before she left with the bill I’d just settled.

A lasting relationship is the least I expected. After all, she was just a bar maid. Just like the one who dished up beer to you last Saturday. Or that young girl who directed you to the south. After you had gulped several tots of Vodka, so you had blacked out. I mean, we all know them as money solicitors. Because they open their damn thighs and dish the sweet soup down there to any man. All they need is cash.

This particular one chanced on at club Tribeka, in town.

She looked too good for a club attendant. We wondered what such splendor was doing there.  If she was to enroll for a beauty contest with Lupita, she would win. Our business meeting wasn’t over yet, so I instructed her to wait. That’s just how things started. I now cherish her. She lights up my life. Though I know my dad won’t take it lightly. He will not receive this news gladly.

I think WordPress chaps should introduce a block button option.  So that we deny access those we don’t want to read such articles. If that would be possible, I would never have let my dad view this post.  I would have blocked him from reading it. He will be mad to learn that his son is dating a bar maid. It’s so unfortunate for me though, because he follows this blog. He‘ll promptly seize his phone once the ‘new post’ notification hits his email. He’ll curse the day they bore me. My son! With a bar attendant! Are there no good girls in this village! Never! I can see him shake his head. And click. Fondle his beard and pet his bald-head. I know the names he’ll call me. I know I’ve let him down. But I’ve never embarrassed him before. I’m not sure if he’ll forgive me.

Anyway did these guys expect me to concentrate during that last part of the meeting? Who ever concentrates and listens to the nonsense they were yapping at the expense of this beautiful bar tender! Well, I hope they didn’t. ‘Cause that’s just like denying a Luhyia ugali for supper. It’s just impossible. Anyway, the meeting didn’t take long.

We booked a table. I started chatting her up. I was not surprised when she told me she doesn’t take liquor. That’s just a statement ‘they’ use to show pretense. In any case I was not trying to hit on her. I only admired what she had at that moment. My hands were so itchy, they yearned to touch those curves. I’m pretty sure, even angel Gabriel could not have wasted this opportunity. I sat there salivating. And speculated what I would have told my pastor if he got me there.

It was true, the girl was innocent. She opted for this job to obtain pennies to sustain her aunt’s family. Her dad passed on last year. She was a second year student then. Her education was to be terminated. Her aunt could not settle the university bills. She had to look for a job. And this is that job. She struggles to tolerate cigarette smoke and all that odor from all the brands of beer in there. She didn’t choose to do it. It just happened. Now the society knows she’s a bad girl.

‘Customers’ have always complained to her boss how ‘mean’ she is. Mean because she doesn’t open her legs to them. Only her boss understands why she’s here. Otherwise she would have been sacked long ago. She also lamented how the society perceives them. Everybody sees them as sexual objects. Dubbed sexual commercial workers. Nobody notices the other side of the coin. And by the way, I’m told some of these tenders and club dancers are virgin. Haha.