Flash, Bloko & the Gospel According to Cue Sticks
From Left:Mwita, Feisal, Flash and Bloko at BVB Meru. Photo/Felix Kinyua There are friends who only remember you when they want to borrow fare. Then there are those rare friends for keeps—the kind who, when they call, you cancel Arsenal, Manchester, even your girlfriend’s movie night. Such a friend is none other than Aquadel’s CEO, Mr. Patrick Rungu, a.k.a. Bloko. Now, Sundays are sacred for me. Normally, I barricade myself indoors like a retired monk—music in the background, a random movie playing, or passionately screaming “Pass the ball, Arteta!” whenever Arsenal is busy breaking my heart. But this past Sunday, the script changed. A few minutes to 7pm, my phone lit up with that VIP ringtone I reserved for Bloko. If this man says “come,” you don’t ask questions. You just wear trousers, leave your supper unfinished, and run. Because Bloko never calls you to come discuss politics—this man means business. So, Arsenal was benched (again), and I found myself at BVB Club. When I walke...