Having drinks with summer bunnies- summer bunny (singular) is usually an experience in itself, indescribable because the turn of events when drinking with them is always unpredictable. For those of you wondering what summer bunnies are-fear not I do not get cute little furry creatures to imbibe in alcohol with me, summer bunnies is a term used to describe-scratch that, it’s the label on people who go study abroad and come back to Nairobi over summer with a bang, literally. Most of the time the summer bunnies I catch pints with are chicks, but at this particular time, there was a male one in the group as we were catching a frost after lunch on a Monday afternoon.
He had woes and I mean woes like some oga flick/Mexican soap opera. Being the token black guy in one of those European countries where miros (Africans/blacks) are a rare occurrence, he always has Caucasian women all over him. And now the woes start because he has one who he was having fun times with and has ended up falling for him and another who he is falling for and has a thing with without the ‘fun times’ girl’s knowledge. I know it sounds like one of those Mexican tele-novelas, but this is true. To make matters spicier he brings the two girls back to Kenya for holiday and continues the cat and mouse games from this end with both girls nearly having a mild territorial bout of sorts over him, by the time the girls go back he is still confused on who to date and was asking us for advice, I was beyond gobsmacked and of totally no help. And I drifted off kidogo as I enjoyed my drink and then got dragged back into the conversation as they (male and female bunnies) casually talked about how Caucasian women ‘buy’ boobs-implants, well that was the end of the session as I realised that my time was up and I had to leave.
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