So, last Wednesday i get an invite to attend one their many awarding ceremony (am a fan of Tusker, only that just the other day I started consuming the malt one…you know yourself if you stole me from my favorite brand…power of women i tell you!)
I look for one James Murua, but he is for the idea that his liver needs some attention. Trust the world toss start falling apart when James starts talking of sobriety!
Laura Kaindi joins me minutes later, this lovely damsel comes from the dusty town of Athi River…yep, where we got lost for three hours! I almost ask her how they survive with all that dust…ma they have those dust masks? reminds me of that sect that had predicted dooms-day and dug for themselves mihandaki only for nothing to happen. i hold back my question…will still get you sweetie!
I get to meet one Samson Mulwa, who comes from Eastleigh and is one of the winners. He confides to me that the money came in at an opportune time as he runs a tyre business and the money will boost him! he is the age of my daddy, me listens!
Tusker Brand manager Wanyi Mwaura informs me that there are instant giveaways which include a free tusker, 200 shillings or 10,000 Kenya shillings…that makes me order like 4 more bottles!
one thing about Tusker is that it is an iconic African Brand and undisputed leader in the alcoholic beverage industry, representing authentic African success that has won international acclaim.
Grace Kerongo strides in…for the upteenth time, my name is Stephen, not Steven! We catch up with her and the sad bit is all our meetings either end up with me linking up with one James Murua (wachia hapo)…or realizing that I need be home at 4.30am…she has a way of psyching me up to meet that 'fuda'!
John Muchiri, welcome to the world of blogging! blog your mind out!
WAMATHAI the poet
Wamathai is at Secret's Lounge…doing what he does best. Overheard that the place was jam-packed and the security is freezing people out! kwani daddy you was dishing out candies to poet lovers? I call up one Kamjo (hook up with Kamjo for free mixtures http://www.facebook.com/pages/Deejay-Kamjo/128354303869660?ref=ts&v=wall) and he assures me that he has even placed a Kg of meat for me…daddy, mimi sikuragi tubukiza!
We finally stagger to Secrets on to find the event over. "Go to his site and download the poems," is the solace i get from Anyiko Owoko. Which reminds me, unarefuka ukienda wapi? No standing next to you sweeties, you assame me!
Here i get to meet a whole gang of twitterers (let me call it my Facebook clande..LOL), Amasy, Muendo, Oliver, Wamathai and many others. mad love for you people. What happened to mauwano by the way? Ama you uwanaad and cant hold anymore? Chiira? anyone?
Ghana face Uruguay, let me save my ink to go watch!
Its Friday, drink and SMS that magic number under the crown, might be your day/night!
Below is my favorite piece of writin from Wamathai, the goon!
I had always wanted to hook up with a white woman because i had heard something about them that made me extremely curious. They are very adventurous in bed apparently and so when an opportunity presented itself i took it with both hands. Her name was Leslie and she didn’t disappoint. Everyday with her was a learning experience. We did things in bed that i never dreamed i would do. I didn’t have to suggest anything she seemed to know what I wanted.
It wasn’t all rosy though since some kinky things we did backfired on us. The visitor at the door one time she had handcuffed me to the bed with whipped cream all over turned out to be the best friend and her family. As they were talking, the kids wandered to the bedroom. They screamed when they saw me which brought the grown ups. To say that I was embarrassed is an understatement.
Another time she suggested that I wear her panties to my family get together. It was a turn on for her and she promised to reward me later. I refused at first but she eventually convinced me. I felt safe since only the two of us knew about it. The party was outside and it was a full house. The sun was out, it promised to be a lovely day. I went to help with the nyama choma but the heat got the better of me and I passed out. My uncle, a doctor, checked my vitals and performed first aid. When he loosened my belt and undid the top button of my trouser as is required, my girlfriend’s red panties were clearly visible to all the worried faces around me. I did ultimately wake up and I was alright but I have never fully recovered from that moment of shame. We are still together though.
© wamathai warugongo
http://wamathai.com/2010/04/white-woman/
