So I asked him what the Swahili word is for that type of guy, and he told me it's wachapaji. As he said it he kinda snapped his fingers, in a very "Fonzie" kinda way. I asked if the hand motion was necessary to the definition, and he said yes, it helps. So I said "Wachapaji hapa!" (There's some playahs here!). Takes one to know one, I guess, and his game was relentless. His friend was even more insistent with Beth, but we both escaped safely into a taxi, after two free rounds of drinks. They even wanted to share the taxi, having us dropped off first. Knowing where we live is not the sort of information these guys needed, so we insisted on our own cab, and as we drove off, they went back into the club to try their luck with some other girls.
Amani, Mama Siara's grandson, whose really got good game. I think more guys should try the ol' shoes-on-the-wrong-feet trick, works every time!