''Unaturingia kwa sababu uko na channel ho?'' That was the first scratch, there were more in the next couple of minutes but I kinda missed a few bursting out with laughter. This was too fresh.
Channel Ho, we'll call her that to avoid the name calling and all. I know she doesn't know about the existence of this blog, or blogs for that matter, but in case she accidentally decided to exercise her brain or at least expand her mind a little, I hope she was to high to remember the play by play. She works close to where the beach party was and since everyone kinda knows her, she was unanimously invited. Problem is, she kinda rushes into things, the things that are bad for your lungs, liver, and the brain a little. Some khat, vodka, viceroy, a lot of fresh palm wine (mnazi fresh) and a few joints. Beer was out by the time she checked in so she couldn't play with some of it.
Anyway, fast forward to around 10:00 p.m, back at Matatas' house a few beers and joints and this free movie was pressed play. We are chilling at the rooftop and Channel Ho is jumping up and down on the holy trees pole, bad idea if you're not one of these dudes, even I freak at the rate at which this joint passes round. Kofi, the host of Saturdays party, has decided to finally quit weed starting starting tomorrow. Not in the morning though because he has a morning ritual which involves a joint in the bathroom, around noon will probably be more appropriate for him. So, with Kofi smoking for the last time, it's more like a celebration of time weed spent and the rolls ain't gathering mould. Coconut all smiles at this point kept them rolling. Channel Ho is overly vocal at this particular point.
In came the first scratch, I did try my best not to burst out laughing but she wouldn't let me with the second scratch fast coming through, ''anaturingia sababu ana Channel Ho'', this DJ was on fire and I couldn't stop myself from dancing. And she wasn't even trying stop the music as the next flow came blasting and boy this was one hell of a flow.
Quick note: Am not really bashing this chic, she made the night interesting, very interesting.
She's not a bad chic per se but she got us talking. Kofi, Abdul, Jay Jay and I finally concluded that coast women are better than 'wanawake wa bara'. It wasn't too hard to come to that conclusion if you compared what the coastal ladies were doing and our lovely ladies from bara were doing. In the background, Mariamu and Matatas' lady Josephine were moving to the sound of some smooth benga, politely sipping on what they were holding, hips swaying, men oggling, beautiful sight. The ladies from the other side heavily imbibing, insulting each other, falling off beds and Channel Ho trying her best to impress, doing a terrible job of it too.
Channel Ho blips made for a few laughs, but what had made this day one of the more memorable days in Lamu was the people around me today. Chilling in the crib, sipping some beers, some khat for those who love the plant, a few joints passing around, some Benga in the background and we're just chilling. After swimming and playing beach football all afternoon, even after all the mbuzi, samaki na kuku for lunch, enough alcohol and other intoxicants to go around, we definately deserved to just kick back and relax.
Although Kofi lost his camera at the beach and Nassir got arrested later that evening, we did maximize on the positives
This is how God imagined the world to be, all people should be living like this. It's like one big family. You could judge these people as illiterate, conniving, drug imbibing fools you don't want to get cosy with but they are what we all want to be. Spontaneous, fun loving, chilled out all wrapped into one with a ribbon on it.
And then, he created Channel Ho!!
Channel Ho, we'll call her that to avoid the name calling and all. I know she doesn't know about the existence of this blog, or blogs for that matter, but in case she accidentally decided to exercise her brain or at least expand her mind a little, I hope she was to high to remember the play by play. She works close to where the beach party was and since everyone kinda knows her, she was unanimously invited. Problem is, she kinda rushes into things, the things that are bad for your lungs, liver, and the brain a little. Some khat, vodka, viceroy, a lot of fresh palm wine (mnazi fresh) and a few joints. Beer was out by the time she checked in so she couldn't play with some of it.
Anyway, fast forward to around 10:00 p.m, back at Matatas' house a few beers and joints and this free movie was pressed play. We are chilling at the rooftop and Channel Ho is jumping up and down on the holy trees pole, bad idea if you're not one of these dudes, even I freak at the rate at which this joint passes round. Kofi, the host of Saturdays party, has decided to finally quit weed starting starting tomorrow. Not in the morning though because he has a morning ritual which involves a joint in the bathroom, around noon will probably be more appropriate for him. So, with Kofi smoking for the last time, it's more like a celebration of time weed spent and the rolls ain't gathering mould. Coconut all smiles at this point kept them rolling. Channel Ho is overly vocal at this particular point.
In came the first scratch, I did try my best not to burst out laughing but she wouldn't let me with the second scratch fast coming through, ''anaturingia sababu ana Channel Ho'', this DJ was on fire and I couldn't stop myself from dancing. And she wasn't even trying stop the music as the next flow came blasting and boy this was one hell of a flow.
Quick note: Am not really bashing this chic, she made the night interesting, very interesting.
She's not a bad chic per se but she got us talking. Kofi, Abdul, Jay Jay and I finally concluded that coast women are better than 'wanawake wa bara'. It wasn't too hard to come to that conclusion if you compared what the coastal ladies were doing and our lovely ladies from bara were doing. In the background, Mariamu and Matatas' lady Josephine were moving to the sound of some smooth benga, politely sipping on what they were holding, hips swaying, men oggling, beautiful sight. The ladies from the other side heavily imbibing, insulting each other, falling off beds and Channel Ho trying her best to impress, doing a terrible job of it too.
Channel Ho blips made for a few laughs, but what had made this day one of the more memorable days in Lamu was the people around me today. Chilling in the crib, sipping some beers, some khat for those who love the plant, a few joints passing around, some Benga in the background and we're just chilling. After swimming and playing beach football all afternoon, even after all the mbuzi, samaki na kuku for lunch, enough alcohol and other intoxicants to go around, we definately deserved to just kick back and relax.
Although Kofi lost his camera at the beach and Nassir got arrested later that evening, we did maximize on the positives
This is how God imagined the world to be, all people should be living like this. It's like one big family. You could judge these people as illiterate, conniving, drug imbibing fools you don't want to get cosy with but they are what we all want to be. Spontaneous, fun loving, chilled out all wrapped into one with a ribbon on it.
And then, he created Channel Ho!!
missed more of the channel ho flow....gud piece complete with ur hi family.
ReplyDeleteThis is kinda off key compared to most of your posts, it would be a great piece if I wrote it but am not you.
ReplyDeleteNot too bad though and ''Channel Ho'' should just stop scratchimg.......smiling....
hehehheeehehhe, you're soooooooo cold serge, I hope she has a need to expand her mind and she remembers the play by play, you're so effed!!
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