Nairobi, Aug. 27 -- Gone are the days when the perfect weekend formula was simple: a borrowed car, a friend who knew every hidden gem in Naivasha, and just enough money for a boti.

That combo was all you needed to forget the horrors of adulting, at least until Monday dragged you back. In my glory days, Friday evenings meant club-hopping through Westlands and Nairobi West, hunting for whichever spot was cool that week.

Saturdays were for nursing the hangover with painkillers, only to go out and 'toa lock' again, then repeat. The winning formula, right?

Maybe it was our underdeveloped frontal lobes talking, but back then, that was the only "creative" way to spend a weekend.

We didn't own cars, and we definitely didn't want to end up str...