Which party-loving Kenyan hasn’t had a wild night out, putting an exclamation point on it by hurling in the gutter and cursing at people when it ended? Lots of us have awakened bleary eyed, lying next to the ugly Mr or Mrs. ’What Was I Thinking’. Being the last to leave the club, and not under your own power, is practically a rite of passage for a Kenyan reveler.
And then there’s that other kind of excess, You’re the guy who read “partying” in the headline of this post and your pupils dilated in pure reflex. Maybe you’re still tweaking from last night and have porn playing in three different tabs on your laptop right now. You have probably missed work and called in sick. Many of us have been in the Kweli Jana Kuliendaje mess, but for some ninjas, before you know it, it becomes a matter of How the hell do I get myself out of this mess.
How do you know when you’ve gone from the life of the party to a useless matapaka who hobnobs with bartenders and sprinkles your Instagram captions with boasts about Johnnie Walker and Blue Moon?
Here are some clues that your playtime might actually be crossing the line.
If you’re asking yourself if you party too much, you probably are
It sounds like a trick question but it’s usually true. Underneath your exhuberant party animal exterior, you’re starting to question why you can never seem to walk away from the dance floor, the bar stool or the sticky sofa at the VIP area. You take comfort that a lot of the things written below don’t apply to you, but you’re bothered about the ones that do.
You say, repeatedly, “Well, I’m never doing that again,” and then you do
Ever spend the morning trying to piece together what happened after getting your wrist stamped on the way into the club? Or maybe you actually do remember making out with your roommate’s boyfriend after Jameson shots So, you promise yourself you’re cleaning up your act, and then a funny thing happens: you do something equally as embarrassing the next weekend.
Some of us get the picture and don’t like what we see, so we stop it and move our lives along. If you’re stuck in the never/again/never/again cycle, you might be a hot mess.
Partying becomes more important than your mama, your child and business
You’re met with a perplexing dilemma: business meeting, time with family or happy hour.. If you’re choosing time with DJ Bunduki over business, family and friends, rethink your priorities.
Or maybe you are a grown woman and have kids. Yes, you have children at home, but you go to the club anyway. You feel as long as you get home before they wake up to cook them breakfast and send them off to school, you’re a good parent.
It isn’t just about people, either.. The hobby projects you used to enjoy are gathering dust Whatever your interests, if you’re missing out on them because there are drink specials at the bar (or a sheesha pipe in your mouth), it’s time to take a break and rediscover your lifelong passions.
Your online profile says more about partying than it does about you
Does your social media profile devote prime space to phrases like “party and play” and “anything goes?” Does 90% of your Instagram consist of club photos and beer bottles? Did you even notice there are other fields to fill out?. Do you change your profile location based on whose couch you’ve been crashing? If any of these apply, it might be time to stop reading and do a search for rehab centers.
Consequences are ignored
The fact that KPLC cut your power off or your rent was late again could be a rare financial squeeze beyond your control. Or it might be because constant partying is expensive, and is squeezing out your paid work time, and your disposable income is dwindling.
You have work at 8am the next day, but your friends find a way to “convince you” why it’s a great idea to go out to the club and party till 5am. You keep telling yourself you only need a couple hours of sleep and you’re good. This was a good idea until you woke up after 2 hours of sleep still drunk to get ready for work.

Something happened while partying that you really regret
You used to play it safe sexually every time, or at least know the person well enough to make an informed choice. Then one night you decide condoms ruin the mood — a decision you make when you’re completely wasted. With a total stranger.
You got arrested, or had a close call with a cop. You wrecked a car. You woke up bruised. You look like they have begun applying the make-up for your Walking Dead cameo. But you write it off to bad luck or say you’re just not feeling very well.
Did your former best friend stop talking to you about something you can’t remember doing? Are you piling up a lot of former best friends? And speaking of friends…
You’re getting socially schizophrenic
You have your peeps neatly separated into two groups: the ones who party like fiends, and the ones who are decent. And you do not want them to meet each other. Like, ever. So you spend more effort keeping people apart
You’re lying so much you can’t keep track
You’re keeping secrets from nearly everyone. Your social world is getting smaller while you keep trimming away the party pals that can’t keep up with you (or know you too well). You start to feel like you are hiding who you really are, and you’re more anxious about people finding out your true identity.
You’re not the dependable person you used to be
You call in sick. You cancel meetings, even with your mom. If you are in campo, you go from Dean’s favorite list to the D List in one semester. And it isn’t just you that isn’t dependable anymore. The party favors — whatever they are — aren’t packing the punch they used to. It takes more to get you off.
Basically, you’re not showing up for life anymore. Nothing is so important you can’t cancel at the last minute in order to go partying
You can’t stop
If you’re convinced you can slow it down any time, then try this simple test: stop. Whether it’s drinking or inhaling smoke, just take a break from partying. For just two months at first, stop everything. If you can’t manage that, or the very idea sounds impossible to you, then you’ve got yourself a problem.
Or maybe you party just about every day of the week, but because you do charity work in Children’s Homes, go hiking with your friends in Longonot or do anything remotely normal (outside from partying) and post to social media you think you are a great citizen.No you are not
Sometimes, life is a game of musical chairs. At some point, the music halts and it’s time to take a seat. If the dance beat in your overly self-medicated brain won’t stop playing and you won’t sit down, get some help.
Life gets better. If you are guilty of the above crimes, it’s time to steer your ship to steadier waters. It’s time to rewrite your narrative. Don’t say the sheriff didn’t warn you