the music itself was not bad but the dj??? Yuck! He plays a song for 30 seconds then interrupts to talk about sijui nini nini. Who told him we wanted useless chitchat at ? Despite telling him to cut the crap, the dude could not keep his words to himself. And the way I had the energy to dance eish spoiler mtupu.
There was food (you buy, you eat…hakuna cha bure). The samosas looked raw, tasted like mince beef stew with peas and chapo, they were drenched in oil yaani mafuta haiishi no matter how hard you squeeze the samosa. I saw some chicken and some rice…did not touch any of that though…one samosa was enough for the night.
Same old same old, men wearing tshirts 5 sizes too big with shorts larger than XL and sneakers. One of them was wearing jeans bonge na smart shirt and a sleeveless sweater – the place is warm and he wears a sweater for what? And to top it all…he was wearing sunglasses, at night. Now what is that? Kujiskia mjanja na hiyo trouser bonge umeikazia belt hapo kwa waist mpaka imekaa
Then there were some old dudes hovering about…I am sure one of them was 80 years old – I don’t know what I will be doing when I am 80 but surely I wont be hanging out at such loud parties.
And the drunks? Plenty of them….you admit you are drunk but you are still holding a bottle. Smh si you stop basi?
a) the drunkard
this one has drunk so much, she can’t dance but still she insists on swaying on the dance floor with an equally drunk mate. Another one was too drunk to hold her dinner down she ended up puking – I saw her in the loo and she was telling me she needs some fresh air then she will be ok…I almost asked her nani alimwambia naweka rekodi ya wale wanaotaka fresh air? I silently looked at her as she staggered out.
b) the jealous drunkard
this one chick really amazed me. Dressed in a belt masquerading as a skirt, showing us her waithera legs, teetering on her hoochie mama stiletto sandals and blondish braids. She was at the bash with her boyfie…I know the boyfriend since kitambo and he had told me he would come to the bash with chick so I can meet her, me I had just heard that the dude is sooo into her. When I saw her I thought the dude was joking, unfortunately he wasn’t – that chick got drunker and drunker by the hour and every time the boyfie talked to another chick, she would appear from nowhere and start touching touching the boyfie or sit on his lap or pull him away so that they can go and ongea. The boy kinda got pissed off coz he came asking us why women act all dumb when they get drunk-I told him I am sober bro…uliza mlevi akueleze heheheh. Later that evening she was up at the podium whispering sweet nothings to the crappy dj…me I saw her butt, and so did all the others who were observing things :-)
c) baby gap shoppers
there are those who are naturally petite and therefore wear size small or extra small. Sasa kama wewe ni mkubwa kama nyumba, please, si kwa ubaya…just buy clad that fit you, wearing small nguoz wont make you thinner, you end up looking ridiculous.
d) band sisters
just coz you are best friends doesn’t mean you have to wear the same clad unless you belong to some band. Same black shorts (by the way I think there were more than 5 chicks in short shorts), same tiger print tshirt and same combat print stilettos, same screaming out loud whenever a song starts playing (I can imagine how sore their throats are).
e) advisory board
One chick was asking me why I don’t have mzungu boyfie as she is engaged to one. I shangaad kwani only mzungu makes boyfie? I was advised to open my eyes (like they were closed smhhhh) and I should not even think of going to settle down in Kenya coz I have been here too long and I will NOT fit in. asiii? I shangaad tu.
After seeing so much and hearing just as much, I think I am done with Kenyan parties – there is nothing new happening even if you go to such parties once a year, you will see the same people, same music will be played and since it’s the same dj, you will still get pissed off like last year. Goodbye Kenyan bashes.