am saying this after Jay Bonyo (that guy that stays at the border of Kibera and claims to be staying at Langata) extended me an invite to Ramogi Nite. I had hesitations until Rosemarie Omondi assured me that everything will be catered for (real jang'o i tell you!)
There is a lengthy traffic once you reach the Uchumi turn thanks to these generation from the lakeside. boa-boda guys are making a kill for those alighting from the matatus (but still grumble Carni sssould introduce shuttle service).
The parking is jam-packed, with the latest model of vehicles.
The last time I found a queue at the entrance of Simba Salon was my yesteryears when Smirnoff would let us have the experience of a lifetime! I almost thought am at a wrong place. You have to give it up for Ramogi Nite and the Carnivore for the hype, that's how to pull crowds!
Once inside, am LOST! Not only coz of my small body (and plump), but the lingua here. A blend of English and Luo (call it Lu-Nglish) filled the air and the choice of words is one thing they take notion of.
There are two stage, and am misled to the outside one. This is because the inside one is filled up, both on the dancefloor and the sitting area. (Luo's must have been forced to attend the gig). Ohangla beats reign the air, and the energy in Luo women…eeee!
Bandason is outside, and as Jay tells me…he is oozing rhythms. His speciality is Benga and the guy kept the crowd on the floor.
and Luo's will never cease amaze, Bandason performed with 4 sets of suits that night that had the green shade (YES!) and each time, you wouldn't fail to note his mtu we mkono passing by with the suits.
We critique the various patrons at the venue, in a light manner.
Those listening to Ohangla are rowdy in a way. Those are the 'rude' ones that will hit your car on Langata road, come out and threaten you of who they know in the judiciary and their relation to them.
"why you driving a toy in the name of a car?" would be a cliche question! (hehehehe…no pun intended!)
Jay automatically belongs to this clique.
Then the benga ones, these are the fortunate ones that care to hear. Their dancing is slow (am told its classy) and they talk in between the songs. Business deals? political ties?
They hit your car, they will come out, summon their personal mechanic to sort you out and proceed to share their business contact.
Their parting shot would be "we can do coffee at the Stanley or Hilton…or any place of your convinience…I will pay, don't worry!"
Their back-up dancers warm up the crowd. what happened to those two short guys that always feature in our Riverwood music videos. There was only one who looked lost dancing next to a towering one. Out of place, kabisa!
Dolla Kabary takes up the stage. He is also wearing a suit, and that hairstyle solely belongs to Kambas. Kabari yaawaaa, wachia sissi pank!
He is wearing Italian model of shoes that glitter through and gather no dust. at one point, the crowd fights for the chance to wipe them and make them more shiny.
He cracks us up by reminding us that on August 3rd, hakuna kugusa mwenzako lest you wake up late to vote for the draft constitution!
The night wears on, with the beautifully endowed women spicing it up. I manage to learn some one or two words on seducing a sister.
Syoks!
