Like many middle-aged Kenyan men, I have routinely found myself in the pubs, seated next to people whom my Anglican vicar at the All Saints’ Cathedral would mightily frown upon. In these “difficult times”, I have drawn comfort from the fact that neither my vicar nor those who are privy to my respected standing as a junior clan elder back in the village, can be found in these pubs, which now mostly go by the fancy moniker, “Lounges”. Nairobi city seems to have this and that lounge launching by the week.
