When will it stop!

So I drove the usual 1 1/2 hours to attend the latest Kenyan concert. Mr Lenny. Nice one. It was an easy, laid back affair without mingi maneno. Well, there was the crazy mama who kept shoving peeps around. So rude! Lakini with that hair and that shimmery shimmery outfit, I would be lying if I said I expected better. She promptly became the subject of a discussion about attention seeking behaviour and how to appropriately deal with those who embrace such. Conclusion, ignore them. They will tire and move on to bother the next person that gives them airtime. In this case, she hopped onto the stage and proceeded to win the attention of all present. Even some applause. I guess she won.

Then there was the handsome brother with the big, luscious lips. Dem! This young man will never know just how silly he made a gang of grown women. He was not pretty, not fly, but SEXY!! Kijana handsome namba 1. Bila that pretty boy look that very often comes with a lot of detail and self obsession. Not this one. This one is the kind I like to call a Double D. Yaani, Dashing and Delicious! A tall dark Double D. I don't think this chap knows just how hot he is. He walked around for a bit looking like he was unsure of his surroundings and finally settled down next to his boys, whom we know. Silly chaps didn't bother to introduce their new friend to the ladies. What a waste! We would have been happy to shake his hand and thus enable each of us to say, "We met a chap ......". That's all. Right now we are at, "We saw a chap....." We didn't necessarily want to do anything with (or to) him. He could have sat in the corner and looked hot all night for all we cared. If seeing him was all that had happened that night, we would have been cool. That alone was worth the trip and the entrance charge. There is a God.

Now to the reason for this post. When will it stop? When will the groping and grabbing and grinding stop? When will men seize to assault women on the dance floor? I am at the point where I am willing to engage in dialogue. Please! Please! Please! If you are a man and you are in the habit of sneaking up on unsuspecting women on the dance floor in an attempt to grrrrind, please STOP! I am asking nicely. That ish is the quickest way to angusha a party. I understand that some women are open to playing this yucky game, but most are not. It is slidey, slimy, slippery, and slithery. GROSS! What is the novelty with this action anyway? Where is the thrill? So you rub on someone you do not know, and then?

Such a man threatened to ruin my easy, laid back night out. He swaggered in my direction, looking me up and down like a Form One at a funky. (Looking me. Mrs Mbogo would frown upon that one). Anyway, he had a beer clutched in one hand, leaving the other free to grope my behind as he whispered in my ear "you're my type". Now, I am not the violent type. Have never been, lakini such an occurrence is deserving of some pain inflicting action. I looked around just in time to see my girls disappear into the crowd leaving me by my lonesome and at the mercy of this kimonster. We had a chat about that later. They owe me lunch. Left to fend for myself, I decided to use diplomacy to deal with my predicament, since I was bila back up for my much desired violent reaction. After a brief attempt to engage this fellow in a discussion about the pros and cons of groping strangers, I realised I was not only wasting my time, but also entertaining a bunch of people sitted nearby. I excused myself and walked away. Later I did beat myself up for being so polite with a complete ass hole. I will work on that.

After kadha sorrys from the girls and a good show by Mr. Lenny I was back to my happy self for the rest of the night. Later, as I watched the owner of the establishment throw a hissy fit on realising that a Miro and his beer are not easily parted, my faith in mankind was restored. A friend of my roommate, whom I had met only once before, walked up to me and reintroduced himself. He was polite and funny. I was impressed. There are good ones out there. Hope abounds.