We break the code that binds a man to his drink. He’s that blind guy in the general ward of a public hospital, that is if he’s lucky to escape the body bag. It’s also the drink of lowly, upwardly mobile, freshly-employed who could just be graduating from ‘changaa.’3. You’ll find them sporting faded Kenyatta leather jackets and brown cowboy boots, into which they tuck Savco 1.5 Freezer jeans. The hunterHe has been drinking Heineken for six hours straight without the slightest hint of a slur in his speech.

Source: Standard Digital January 07, 2021 05:51 UTC