Lifes' files

Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party   The night that was. I couldn’t get enough of it. Vengaboys were killing the Saturday’s yoke for me with their We’re Going To Ibiza tune in my playlist. The sweltering heat was nuanced by the rigor of the ever growing crowd. A fine Saturday evening at a club, albeit reluctantly, I blazoned my eyes across the Nairobi Streets as the mellow sun dinked into the horizon. I need not to stay for long. I had harbored this constant reminder for a while now. Slowly, the patrons and the revelers ticked and flocked in. The upholstery which looked like it would host a cocktail party was jammed to the brim. At the balcony, the smoke of cigars wafted intermittently. The puffs would constantly choke my breath but nevertheless, nobody cared- not a sur. Cars honked. Phosphorescent lights shone from all directions. Nairobians, hurried their trails to their various mitaas. It was your ordin...