If you were left behind, you have yourself to blame. Kenyans from all walks of life, friends and Party lovers congregated at Nosrborg Musikhuset to do their thing with both DJ EZ Frank and DJ Safi giving revellers a run for their money.
Genge music, bongo flavour, lingala, hip-hop and other genres were there in plenty. Revellers whose bodies were burning for action did it on the floor while others simply chatted away the night against a background of heavy disco music. People were literally forced to shout at the top of their voices just to make a small point.
As usual, the girls were at it once again. It was like a “who is who” in Kenya Stockholm “fashion industry” and it was easy to notice that the youthful ones were at the extreme end when it came to defining the percentage of the body that had to be covered – very little. One funny thing is that Kenyan women (and may be others) never “repeat clothes” at parties. You see her with this one this time and next time you have to expect something new.
As for the men, they were in their usual “trade marks”. Nani had his usual baggy trouser and that ka black leather Jacket.
Still on dresses, there was one very outstanding case – the brown lady who had a short trouser (if you saw her). By any means, the trouser was dangerously short that when she tip-toed away from you, two centimetres of the slopes of the little mountains she carried could be seen clearly. Jameni.
African/Kenyan Salonists must have done booming business in the past few weeks. Heads were weaved as if Mamanzi were going for “Miss World” contest. I even failed to recognize one Manzi because of the “magic weave”!
WHERE IS MAN GITASH?
The crowd was very mixed although it looked more East African with a sprinkling of West Africans colouring the dance floor. A few white faces here and there but mainly white girls who had been brought along by their African lovers to have another taste of the African beat. The few whites looked kinda shy on the floor, probably because they couldn’t fuse well with the beats although some were very good.
It was nice meeting people like Ricky Komalafe from Nigeria after a long time. Mike Wambua and his close pal, Macdowell from Rwanda have not been seen for ages – thanks to the party. Mike told me some times back that he had moved to Hjulsta although I have never met him.
I hope that Macdowell will this time send that email he talked about. I was surprised that he still had my email in what he called his “hard drive”. He was very engaging.
“The computer has no hard drive. The real hard drive is here (pointing to his head). It’s my hard drive which tells the computer hard drive what to do”, he joked as I nodded skilfully.
Barry Owino was at the counter while two pretty girls were strategically placed at the gate to get the cash out of people’s pockets. By Stockholm standards, it was a “low coast” Party. If you didn’t want to pay, you simply had to arrive before 10.30 and that was it. The money you saved could get you two beers and one soda on top!
The free entrance was a big attraction to some youth who are normally very problematic when it comes to parting with chapaa at the gate. I was a bit surprised to find that some very prominent Kenyans who should have had no problem with paying 50kr arrived at “ground zero” by 7.00 O’clock to take advantage of the situation. Don’t ask me because I was myself late although some KSB spies were already on the ground.
It was good meeting Oti Goga who had just returned from Kenya, heard that there was a party and that was it. He had to come. I did not however see my friend Mark Gaya or Moses Trubadur. Laban Mberi told me he was going to be away so I did not expect to meet him. But, where was Jimmy, Chirchir and Bridget, the well-known Party crew? Oti Chalie is in London so he is the last person I expected to meet there. I still don’t remember what Susan Mukami was up to with her friend although they appeared to have been having a pretty good time.
Man Gitash was not there either, not to talk about Man Zoro, Man Njoro, Lady Winnie and other prominent Kenyans I expected at the Party. Man Gitash has been lost for a while although I can understand him because I heard through BBC Stockholm that there is something major which has taken up his time. At least, DJ Steve was there after a long holiday, not to forget Dan Aroka and Githuku wa Muirani.
Talking to man Gerry Midenyo was very refreshing. He had just resigned as ODMK-Scandinavia Treasurer because of personal reasons and we had lots to catch up on. Something funny is that Net propaganda has it that Gerry left ODMK-Scandinavia and the Mzee wondered how far people are ready to spread falsehoods even when he is available and could be reached directly. Asked why he has not responded to correct the picture, he said he doesn’t “respond to rubbish”. He promised to attend the next ODMK-Scandinavia meeting.
KENYAN BEATEN MBAYA SANA
There are some Kenyans whom you spot at a Party and you are sure it’s gonna “rain” very heavy snow that day. They have simply abandoned Wakenya in Stockholm and the stupid parties. They might be right for as the liquids began to take effect, a group of Tanzanians pulled a Kenyan from the dance floor and clobbered him proper.
Don’t ask me because I don’t know exactly how it started. However, according to an eye witness, the guy was dancing with another Cutie who was not “his property” and whose system he does not understand. He was playing with mali ya wenyewe.
As DJ Safi worked their brains up, it is reported that the guy’s hands began to stray in the wrong directions because it looked like he had misunderstood the message that was being conveyed by the rhythms. Through careful observation, one could see that the wriggles around the waist were like agreeing but the guy might have taken it too far. His hands began to sway haphazardly (on and off) on the goods behind as his chest also tried to benefit from the delicate cargo in front through some kind of contact. It was like watching the film “mission impossible”.
The dance floor was comfortably dim-lit and the disco lights were having maximum effect. Suddenly, the Cutie stopped dancing and an argument appeared to have started. Kumbe in the background, some Watizedi (Tanzanians) who appeared to have been having links with this Kamanzi had been watching the developments uncomfortably from a safe distance. One of the Watizedi behaved like someone who might have been “surfing” the Cutie (if you know what I mean).
When the group noticed that the dance had suddenly stopped and it was like a quarrel had taken over, they immediately took advantage of the situation, rushed to the floor, pulled this Mkenya out and wasted him mbaya. At the end of the action, the Mkenya was all blood as wengine tried to understand what had happened. No Kenyan tried to help him as he was being clobbered. Shenzi.
Interestingly, another fight broke up as another Kenyan tried to intervene to help our bleeding brother. A Mkenya went and held the intervening brother, wondering why he was trying to get into the thing and in the process, the two walishikana mashati.
GOSSIP
Drinks were there is plenty and I wondered what Nani would say now. He had made an accusation at a web site that Wakenya ni walevi sana. He wrote that after drinking, Wakenya normally start endless gossip! Somehow, he was right. There was no shortage of gossip at the party and you just had to get a person you thought had the “inside edition” about a juicy tale you had not caught up with because you have been bizzi, playing hockey (sweeping), cooking machapo (washing dishes) or panguzaring wazee too hard to make those kwachas for that trip home. The latest craze among Wakenya sasa is Plamsa TV. If you don’t have it, you are out of the competition so you better catch up! Back to gossip!
“So what’s up? Where is your buddy Nani?” Ah, that guy is stupid. He is now at kronofogden (debt collecting agency).
Aha. What happened?
He took a car on credit and now he is unable to repay the loan because he lost his job after overstaying in Kenya”.
“How could he have overstayed?”
“Eti his ticket and passport were stolen by wakora in Nairobi. How do you walk around with your passport and ticket in a bar in Nairobi?” And if that is not juicy enough, you just had to excuse yourself and zoom to another rumour mill.
I was confronted with a difficult question by a KSB fun.
“Mamen, who is this stupid guy running a web site in Norway and writing a lot of shit about us here in Stockholm?”
“I don’t know”.
“He uses names of people we have never heard about, claiming that they live in Stockholm”. There was much to catch up with and I had to move on.
“Osewe. Eti Clay was arrested?”
“But the thing is in the blog”
“Yes. I read it but what happened?”
“I also don’t know. I talked to Clay and he said that all is well”.
“Ok. Sawa”.
All in all, the Party was very good and I hope that the Crew will soon throw a new one so that watu wakutane. Food was very good. KSB takes this opportunity to congratulate the Party crew and hopes that more parties are on the way.
Okoth Osewe
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