For the Churchill's with no show

Sitting through a round of drinks with elderly members of society can be quite unnerving as much as it can be mind racking, this especially so when your company at the beer table are people from the informal sector all people who deliberately kept themselves away from sources of information through-out their twilight years.
Am sitting with my dad at his favorite watering hole, which happens to be in Ngara, Desai road to be precise. It is dingy -big place where your barmaids name never goes beyond Wanjru, Nyambura or the occasional, upmarket souped-up barmaid names can be found at such a place. Can't blame the old man man though this place since has been an axis of his social-Ttusky life since when i was a single cell.

My old man's  friends are a comical lot though, a friend of his with his audacious love for Kenya, tells me that Kenya could be the fabled Palestine. He offers that for starters, Israeli Jews concern with Kenya is to close, see how they troop over here whenever we are in some sort of fix, he chips in between two sips of Tusker. I let that pass though he then continues to boastfully argue about his distinguished status in the air industry, my God he flies from Nairobi to Mombasa via plane for the price of a fowl, 900KSHs for a return ticket, now that is whopping cheap. The man, deserves it though,he is former flight controller, he flies to South Africa free of charge; his son is a pilot. He has established a winery; that captures my attention.

The bottom line though is this, this past generation, the baby boomers; they deserve more than they get, they deserve more than the morsels that the government thows their way. They need to stay alive, for the stories beside the fire place to remain alive albeit the fact that the fire place  has been replaced by the beer table. Not the measly 2000KSHs the government is throwing at them to cajole society to fall out of love with its history