Largely unemployed for the last so many years, Nyanchwani becomes a low-budget gadabout, loitering in Nairobi with intent.
Like a fly on the wall, he is in your neighbourhood, in nightclubs, in the street, everywhere, constantly observing the human angst, complexities, and contradictions. In a club, he can't dance, so he is the voyeur winking at your skimpily dressed girl. When he sees a couple on a night out, he is morbidly curious: is the relationship starting? Is it in that phase where couples are bored with each other? Or is he about to lose her to a man with a bigger car or cock? He observes all these and then makes his judgment which he serves in this book, Man About Town.
In this unflinchingly raw, uncut, and largely uncomfortable book, he tells us among other things:
-A hot female lawyer with questionable standards (drinks only chilled wine) but sells low-quality boxers as a side-gig.
-His best piece of female clothing (and it is not a thong or a negligee).
-The disgusting and vulgar aftertaste of being dumped on a Saturday morning, on your way to meet her.
-On dating younger women: Why he wants to sue young women he has dated who have taken advantage of his senility.
-Inevitably he argues, "a woman has a right to choose what to wear but can never dictate how men will interpret her dressing."
-And of course, he journeys in a bus to expose the indignities Nairobians endure when hawkers sell them deworming and urinary tract cleaning tablets.
Wicked, in and out, honest, annoyingly funny, and sad, Man About Town is a mirror for Nairobians to look at themselves, and Nyanchwani doubts if many will like what they see. But does he care? Yes, he cares and that is why he wants this book to be strictly for his fans and people familiar with his writing. Treat this book as barroom banter with him after the fifth beer.