It makes me remember sleepless nights I had while struggling in Mathare North, Nairobi tarmacking and stranded with a degree certificate. Later I got a job in Asia, Nyasaye ber.
Disco matanga during those days was full of fun but made many of my friends and agemates to contract the HIV virus after the dance in the lines. Girls were being eaten raw in the cold grasses after being turned on during the violent dances. I could not sleep every weekend.
