I recently found myself at a nightspot I used to haunt afew years ago. The reason? One of my friends had just recently come back from States and the only joint he was familiar with in Westlands was this one spot that has remained virtually untouched by time.

But as always happens to clubs in Kenya, guys had moved on to trendier pads. This place was basically dead -a far cry from bygone years when it was the most happening spot in Westlands.

He arrived 5 minutes after I'd sat down (parking is a nightmare in Westlands) and we actually found the conversation going towards the days when the club was lit -long before we grew old and became fuddy daddies, too old to appreciate loud music.

We started reminiscing about the good old days when I would steal borrow my mums car to go out to dunda. You see, what I'd do is, I'd push it from her driveway onto the neighbours. From there even if she heard the car start up, she'd assume it was the neighbours -and this ruse was too legit, until I got caught.

We laughed about how back then, we'd go out with girls and the best way to tell whether we had enough money was literally to check the prices of their favourite drinks -more often than not, Smirnoff Ice was it- to make a decision. You see, we were simple creatures, my homie Bundi and I would buy cheap liquor, drink up in the car then head out.

But the lasses? Oh no no no! They had to get "Smice". But I wasn't even complaining, it was exactly what we needed to get the party started because it was 7% -fair trade.

Then life happened. Age set in.

I started wearing glasses because I became as blind as a bat. My friend went to pursue his masters abroad and the girls we used to go out with decided they wanted serious relationships and they moved on.

My homie chuckled away as I told him where each member of the gang was now. I actually teared up with laughter recalling all our youthful shenanigans. I kid.

Anyway, we hang out reminiscing the good old days a while longer but at the stroke of midnight, I had to take my old bones home. And my age dawned on me when we found each other having to catch a cab home rather than risking getting caught up in some NTSA dragnet.