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WHERE DO WE GO

On March 13, what would later be known as patient zero was announced. A Kenyan Lady in her late twenties had tasted positive for what the U.S President dismissed as, Chinese Virus.

Our worst fears had been confirmed and the media having vastly covered the health pandemic, a good number of the citizens was sure thar time on earth had come to an unlikely end. This was not to be.

Six months later, after what the president called expert advice decided to lift most of the containment measures to curb the spread of covid. Unlike other countries that had been hardly hit , our country recorded a relatively low number of deaths.

Among the measures lifted was that which prohibited the sale of alcohol and closure of bars. The drinking nation had been given the power to drink again, at their own perril.

The announcement was met with celebrations from visibly sobber drunkards who had missed hitting the brown bottle. Keg enthusiasts also joined the bandwagon. Time to celebrate, tukunywe pombe!

But their happiness was short lived. The reason was because of the extended curfew ,for a further sixty days ,only meant that the drinking was only legal till 10 pm and that they only had one hour to stagger safely to their homes before law enforcers show up with their crude weapons to drive them home.

How was the government going to implement the new regulations? Firstly, because 10 pm is like the 8 am drunkards, its when they show up , immaculately dressed wearing their different colognes giving the club that was initially filled with the scent of tobacco a fresh breath.

Again, 10 pm is not enough for the Disc jockey to sample the best of his music library...We have to dance to Jerusalema, Rhumba Japani, mbogi genje and all those other artists and songs that made our quarantine worth it.

Ever been outside the club hungry past midnight waiting for the effect of the liquor to subside? Imagine not realising that because of some curfew rules. Smokie pasua, one delicacy that surely rises to occasion when called to action at the wee hours of the night.

"Where do we go?" Is the question on the lips of the lovers of the bottle. Some have even dismissed the new regulations saying that they are only applicable on papers and are asking the president to do away with the curfew rules. The President on the other hand, has said severally that he will not hesitate to escalate  the containment measures in the event that the COVID numbers Sky rocket once again.

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