CABU GAH DIARIES; NAXVEGAS PART TWO. AND THERE ARE 3 DIFFERENT PARTIES GOING DOWN

NAXVEGAS MADNESS,PART TWO. Nairobi Celebrities shut the city down. With 3 different parties.

 

 

 

After arrival,we realize that we are hungry. Very hungry.

Time to grab a bite.

“Nani anajua Nakuru hapa?!” Majani asks.

Mimi sijui Nakuru. Neither does Vinnie. Or Tonny.

We dont know where to have dinner. Or where Nakumatt is. Or where Club Rafikiz is. Or where Taidys is. Or even where Platinum 3D is.

Heck,we DONT even know where we are!

Just on cue,I receive a call from my very sweet Nakuru friend, Grace. God Bless her.

Grace explains out Nakuru thoroughly to Me. For close to 30 minutes,am on the phone with Grace.

She tells me the BEST places to eat,tells me the BEST hotels to book a room,tells me that Club Rafikiz iko Kenyatta Avenue. And also tells me that Taidys iko “na hapo chini kidogo…”

Time to eat.

We land at a magnificent hotel called MERICA. I guess it was originally meant to be AMERICA. They must have been too lazy to include an ‘A’.

Haidhuru .

At Merica,they have the HOTTEST waitresses. Hotter than the engine of the State House BMW after being stolen.

Tukakaa chini. And ordered food.

Tamima said,”am Ok….”

Yaani hakuli.

Haiyaaa!!! Since when did a GIRL say hakuli??? That was HISTORIC.

Girls have the appetite of two rabbits after a mating session.

I order fries and beef. So does everybody else.

I check my Whatsaap. I see a series of messages…Most particularly from Socialite Angel Maggy.

“Uko??” She asks.

I tell her Niko Merica. Eating.

Nyinyi mko??” I ask.

“Nakumatt. Huku juu,Nakumatt”

“Westside”

“Kam huku ukimalia..”

“Ukimalzsai”

“Ukimaliza”

Angel Maggy Whatsaaps Me. Grammatically blundering on every text she sends.

We eat. Eat hard.

30 minits later,time to leave. We need to go to Rafikiz.

Rafikiz is just across Merica. And its loud. Damn loud! Louder than the sound of an illegal heroin ship blowing up katikati ya Indian Ocean.

We leave for Rafikiz. After paying the humongous bill.

We arrive at Rafikiz. And meet hordes of people crowded around the entrance and all along the entry points. Cars were parked on either sides of the road leading into Rafikiz.

All manner of cars. And in them,there sat crowds of crowds of youths drinking and smoking and engaging in loud,incoherent talks.

 

Male and female. Our photographer,Tonnie grabs his camera and starts taking pics.

Almost instantly, someone hollers “Ghafla!!! Ghafla! Hawa ni wale wasee wa Ghafla…”

And with that,people start blocking us from taking their photos.

One guy remarks,”Msinipige picha! Msinipige! Sitaki kuitwa ratchet!”
He hollers as he hid behind a stationery car.

 

Undeterred,Tonny clicks the camera away. So does Vinnie,the other photography maven.

As we approached the ticket stand,we hear a loud VROOOM VROOOM from a Subaru behind us.

We look back.

Its a black Subaru. With Ugandan Number plates. In it,there is a dude. And what we shall call his girl.

As he vroom vrooms his way towards Rafikiz entrance,the crowds gathered nearby cheer and ululates animatedly.

He crushes hard on the engine. And spins the car around with an ample deal of swashbuckling bravado. The Girls cheer loudly. And clap too.

Tonnie is taking photos all through. And recording snap videos.

At the entrance,we say,”We are Ghafla….”
Originally,Ghafla weren’t meant to pay. Tunafaa tuingie bure.

Unfortunately,the glum soldiers at the gate DONT KNOW who the shit Ghafla is.

We tell him that we are allowed to go in FOR FREE by the Club’s Management.

Still,they don’t move.

“Ghafla ni tv gani iyo?? Lasima Mulipe…..”

To avoid nonsensical arguments,we pay the 500bob and walk in.

Inside,its a whole beehive of a cantankerous party. Rafikiz is blowing up. And its ONLY 10.20pm.

A Pulse photojournalist walks up to us. We exchange pleasantries and then he says,

“Huku Hata Bado hakujashika. Watu Bado wako field…Wengine wanakula…..Mahali kumeshika ni Nakumatt…..Nakumatt ndio mambo iko…Mmefika Nakumatt?”

We say NO.

“Endeni Nakumatt
Kuna Club huko juu. Na wasee wanaparty kwa magari huko kwa parking. Nakumatt ndio party iko….”

Deal. We are GOING TO NAKUMATT.

“Na hizi Camera zenyu mchunge…” He adds.

“Sitawadanganya. Huku si kupoa. Kuna ma-Youth wamekam huku kuiba tu. Chungeni hizi maCamera. Si kupoa
….”

Ok,message received.

Off to Nakumatt,we go.

Tamima ashaapotea. I knew she would.

We fika at Nakumatt and,truly,this is where the party is GOING DOWN.

 

The Parking lot is full. End to End. There is a Club called WESTSIDE just above Nakumatt.

And there is some seriously obstreperous noise coming through.

We walk in….And go up the stairs leading to the club.

Someone flies over to hug Me. Its Angel Maggy. And her cousin,Lish,in tow.

 

Maggy is dressed Splendidly.So is Lish.

We take a million photos. And shoot tons of videos.

Whoa! These girls are truly the life of the party!

 

Down at the parking lot,I can still see crowds. Milling around. With the boots of their cars widely open and rows upon rows of beer cans in a dazzling display.

Some random dude offers me a half-drunk Tusker can. Calling me ,”Ule jamaa wa Social Media….” Learn my name sometimes,Bro.Learn my damn name.

At Nakumatt, we stay for close to an hour before a Police Officer,armed with a gun,walks over to us and politely asks us to leave. Hehe.

Ati we are too loud. And taking photos,too,is NOT ALLOWED.

We tell him,”sisi ni watu wa Media….”

“Wapi card za media,” he snaps.

“Hmmm,as in,sisi ni…..Ok,Never mind,tunaenda…” We assured him.

10 minutes and we are gone. I kiss Maggy. And ask her to meet me at Rafikiz.

We leave.

Upon arrival at Rafikiz,the place has gone ABSOLUTELY INSANE.

 

The crowd outside is blinding. Way too many people.

 

Plus ile laini ya kulipa ns kuingia,Woooi. The queue was way too long!

Its OFFICIAL. PARTY IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN. FOR REAL.