You’re literally dying of thirst as you settle at a table of your own in this drinking and eating place you like because they don’t play loud music.
You’re literally dying of thirst as you settle at a table of your own in this drinking and eating place you like because they don’t play loud music.
And the music, a collection of which is compiled by the bar manager, who is neither too old nor too young is real music, not Bongo Flava.
He has Muhidin Maalim Gurumo, Marijani Rajabu, Mbaraka Mwinshehe, Les Wanyika, etc.
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