You will eat where you work

Oh, oh you know what? Life goes on and there is nothing as satisfying as some cool strong beer after a long day’s work. That great feeling of being reborn!
 So let us pray:
“The Almighty we pray for all those guys who for one reason or another can no longer enjoy that freedom of having a drink whenever and wherever they want. Amen.”  
Well that is that. Now, there are things that happen to us against our will. When good things happen we say we are luck.  Some of us even boast of how clever we are to land such good fortunes.
It’s the opposite when the reverse happens. We are perplexed. Sometimes the situation is so bad that we wish we were never born. Some take misfortunes so gravely to the extent of committing suicide.
Yes, suicide, that age long tragedy has been with man since time immemorial. It leaves so many questions to the dignity of our humanity.
To be born is something we do not choose. It’s not our will. Then why should we take our own lives for whatever reason it maybe?
There is an endless debate about suicide that I shall not venture into today. But if you are one of those guys feeling very low and life seems to be meaningless. Please don’t think about suicide for life is a gift that we must cherish. First, remember whatever is happening to you is just part of life.
Maybe you don’t have a job. But think of all the tension going on at the work place currently in our country.  Think of those guys who are being ‘boil pressed’ for some actual and imaginary workplace mistakes.
It’s just tragic. Some fellows are being fired before they even understand what is happening in their new roles. Just think, you are appointed to a high executive job somewhere where you are a total stranger.
Then suddenly in less than a hundred days, before you even warm your office chair; you are fired for some reasons that would require divine powers to divulge.
But just understand those firing you; the boss and his henchmen are feeling so insecure.
They badly need scapegoats to satisfy their broken egos. I just know the Sun will surely shine again.     
 Do something to lighten you up. Something you enjoy doing but not suicide of course.
I did that the other day to boost my morale. I went to the pub where I knew I would joke with the barmaids and friends. So I entered Mama B’s. The first thing I did was to tap Chiku lightly on her bums as I ordered for a drink. Chiku in her usual manner snarled at me. “My butt is not a punching bag. Go do that to your wife.” I laughed and told her I was thinking of making her my second wife. “Loo!” she giggled and said that it wasn’t acceptable at all.
Amused I asked why.
“Nyoo, that teaching job of yours, you cannot afford such an asset.” She said looking at herself from toe upwards as she walked toward the counter to bring the drink.
Soon Mzee Magego came rushing in towards the toilets. A few seconds later he came. “Why are the washrooms locked? Give me the keys,” he demanded pressing his legs together as he stood before the counter.
“No keys for none customers,” Chiku replied. “You don’t drink here; your place is on that back street kwa Jeni.
“ Jamani, please help I can’t take this anymore.” the old man begged; wetness forming around his trousers’ fly.  “No, we have water bills to pay and cleaning to do. The Boss has already said to minimize expenses; hapa ni kazi tu. ”
“Mmh, a beer? Why, what for?
“Er, nothing is for free these days. You give me that drink and I will give that service.”
At that point I became really annoyed. So I asked the fellow, if what he was demanding was not bribery.
He chuckled and said, “Hatari, hapa kazi tu.”