YOUNGS GIRLS Vs OLD MEN: is Kenyan's society rotten?

It felt like sand in the mouth. Could not be swallowed. Felt like a rapture of my bowels...too painful to even think about it. It was worse. The cliche 'being to hell and back' was perfected for this.

When he suggested the idea, i readily agreed. Like every opportunistic individual, a drink with an MD with a blue-chip company would have been a commencement of many open doors in future. The company was having a corporate dinner event, and yes, a better rapport would be built if i caught him at that opportune time.

Did i have a friend? I thought hard, then remembered Suzzie, just a friend. I was a little taken back when he sent his chauffeur to collect us with the company's limo. "Mzee amefurahia sana hiyo business proposal yako. Anakuongojea VIP." The driver assured me that it was my savvy report that was according us such treatment. It was a joyous ride.

The lounge was furnished tastefully. I had never been to such joints before, thus my confused looks. I met local artists, two famous radio-show hosts and a news anchor. They all regaled me with the same equanimity of a celeb. As stated in one of my previous blogs, so much desire do i have for the finest things in life, especially rubbing shoulders with who-is-who in the society.

The VIP was even hypnotizing, what with so much beauty, such finesse! The MD was among the countable number of patrons therein. Suspicion loomed in the room until it was clear who our host was. Before i had sat down, a glass of champagne was steadily wetting my lips.

Suzzie is a teetotaler.

But she was frightened. She accepted the first glass, then the second. She refused the third. Which would not have added anything because she was already inebriated. Oh boy! Did she speak. I would have done something to her gob if only to lessen the embarrassment.

The MD was equally drunk.

I tried to steer the conversation to my business proposal to utter futility. He seemed bent-on to divulge his vast knowledge on world matters, his ability to give or deny one a job at the snap of his finger, his ability to soothe the president's ears at will. He was a great man, and he proudly proclaimed so.

Things started spinning out of control when he dismissed me from the VIP lounge. I tried to contact Susan's eyes but it was clear she was already feeble of mind and heart. "Kwani ako na miguu zako?" he sneered. "Usikafanye nikuitie mapolisi zangu wakuinue kama mzigo."

The threat seemed probable, and Mercy Keino's incidence kept flashing through my mind. "Kwani mavijana wa leo hawajui wazee ndio ma-jogoo wa siku hizi?" i heard his voice boom as i made it to the common lounge. I was about to settle down when two bulky bouncers calmly told me the establishment no longer needed my presence.They politely escorted me to the highly secured gates and let me out.

I was in a strange environment at the wee hours of the night. I bit hard my lips till i could taste blood.