The entrance to Kubatana was dotted with scantily-dressed women and peanut vendors, a curious combination about which I shook my head as we entered the flood-lit bar. “Tonight you’ll see a side of me that will blow your mind away,” said Mukoma, my big brother. “What he’s saying is that he has something important to tell you,” explained Jakove, his friend. “And to show you,” added Mukoma. The beer hall was crowded. Shouting men waved at us. Mukoma and Jakove waved back at acquaintances scattered in the swaying crowd, where loud music competed with the loudest of voices. Full Story
