DANIELS.

Am having one of those famous Kenyan moments where you spend 2 hours waiting for someone, when an old acquaintance comes into the bar and takes the sit next to me.
He is pissed and asks for a few minute to gather his composure. After snapping at the waitress, he gets to telling.

So in the jolly the-weekend-is-here spirit he had located an ideal venue to finish up the rest of this whiskey dosage of the night when a bouncer pulls him aside on the way in, where most of the frisking usually takes place. The bouncer mentions that he needs to wait a minute while all the other patrons on the queue enter, he insists “Talk to me now and don’t waste my time, what’s going on?”

A few seconds later they turn to him “Hatuitikishi watu kama nyinyi hapa.” We do not allow people like you here. He snaps on audio impact. “What do you mean watu kama mimi? People like me. As soon as he says it I feel my heart sink. I like most ‘queer looking’ persons have heard the same conversation before. Not from other queer people but there are clubs and places in this city am banned. Not a case of misbehavior where you messed up and they had to kick you out but straight from the entrance.

On this evening we do the same shit that follows each of these incidences that includes a 10 minutes conversation on the colors they see in us, and then we get to the anger it brings, followed by excuses of who is responsible. Is it the patron they wanna protect or their income, do they really believe our presence can cause that much damage? Quickly that is concluded by threats of how they shall realize there is no gay or straight money, we shall create our own spaces as time favors.

This was last Thursday and not years ago. Sad? Motivating? You decide for yourself but never let it for a moment convince you there is anything to rearrange in your nature or mannerism. Awesome week ahead.