By Zack Omoro

Due to the Lockdown, I followed this year’s Easter vigil mass from a satellite television. It was moving and I felt that my Easter spiritual gap had been nourished by the ceremony.

On Sunday Mid-morning, a neighbour in the gated estate within Kitengela invited me for a drink. It was a happy surprise, considering that we have never been particularly close. I do not even know his name.  Sauntering over to the neighbours’ house, I found three other faces seated under an erected umbrella in the compound. I recognised the three as neighbours in the estate; they were nodding acquaintances but had never exchanged pleasantries with them.

In Wine, there is truth. Our initial suspicions mellowed as we realised that we had so much in common as we got roaring drunk on the Easter afternoon. By early evening, I recall we were considering the many synonyms for being drunk: tipsy, pickled, soused, stoned, inebriated, juiced, sluiced, under the table, bombed, plastered, smashed and sloshed. Each lexicon was found to be humorous and was accompanied by peals of drunken laughter.

We also got spiritual and found that we could share so many Biblical quotes off head from the holy book:

“Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine and valiant men in mixing strong drink” One intoned from Prophet Isaiah’s writing.

Wine and new wine take away the understanding” another rejoinder drawing from the prophet Hosea.

I chanted from the book of Proverbs- “Do not look at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly. At the last it bites like a serpent and stings like a puff adder.

Finally we felt comforted with the eternal words from Saint Paul “A little wine is good for your stomach”

Lockdown brought us together and wine united us.

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