Ghafla’s Day Out At The Pilsner Pool Tournament At K1!

On Friday, members of the media were invited to take part in a pool tournament at K1. The tournamentbrought together some of the best media houses such as Standard, Nation, Capital, Ghetto Radio et al.

I’m still trying to figure out why they invited the ruffians from Ghafla to attend and actually even play -diversity must have been what they sought. But anyway, because Ghafla was there, it was only expected and fairly so i might add that we brought the house down!
While some of us lack basic skill, we more than made up for that with our enthusiasm -read being noisey. The 1st game we played saw us beat Michezo Africa in a clean sweep! Yep, so resoundingly were they beaten that when it was all done they refused to accept our congratulations. Thing is, we decided to congratulate them for having been resoundingly beaten at 3 games yet still managing to maintain some level of decorum. Plus who better to lose to than to Ghafla!Kenya anyway? I troll. Nothing so dramatic happened. They were excellent sports actually and they accepted our congratulations by cheering for our next opponents.
Capital FM were next. Ghafla was cast in David’s shoes and Capital in Goliath’s sandals and loincloth. The atmosphere was pregnant with tension! So electric was it that none of the other games mattered! Everyone flocked round our table to cheer the team that would undoubtedly clinch the title… Ghafla!
But such a fairy tale was not to happen. In the 1st game, Baba Ghafla saved face by going down to a 4-baller margin! It would seem his entire energy had been used up during the day as he tirelessy worked to build up Ghafla -the end of the month is here and i am doing my best to earn a raise so i shall be as shameless as i possibly can be about sucking up!
Baba Ghafla wasn’t to be alone in his shame for too long! Chege got hammered to a 7-baller margin! That was quite a pitiful display of horrible pool! We managed to get a foot back into the match when Jerry my brother won his round. Then i stepped up to the table.
I was matched up against the pro from Capital’s team. So scared were they that i’d beat them that they sent a bevy of beauties to distract me! Being both Luhya and Igbo, gravity can be very cruel! But i played down to the last 2 balls when my opponent whom i suspect was aided by the gods to thwart our brave march to victory won. But not to be worry people, i got 4 girls’ numbers and a date with one the next day.
Here are some pictures from Friday night!

Baba Ghafla valiantly leading the team.

Adam led the cheerleading squad.

Me reacting to what i thought was an impossible angle. I potted not one, but two balls.

The team reacting to my shot!

Your uncle leading the charge!

Baba Ghafla playing while your uncle Chim Tuna is distracted.