Issah Mmari Wangui and Carlton Williams Juma Bongo, we miss you. You died young. We wonder what could have been. So E-Sir was on his way from Nakuru with David Mathenge when they had an accident. Nameless made it, but his friend didn't. K-Rupt was on his way for a show in Nyahururu. His mat was hijacked. He resisted and he was shot. Gone, just like that.
I love music because just like scents, it takes you to a certain place. So, I listen to Saree, Boomba Train and Tukawake with nostalgia. It takes me to a certain place. Then fast-forward to the here and now. Nyamari Ongegu, the coolest Kisii on earth. There is none like him and there never will.
Nyashinski was big. My apologies, still is! I remember listening to Haree way back in high school when we had the Kleptomaniax. Then Nyash went to the US and became a truck driver. Collins Majale got saved and Robert Manyasa just dropped from the face of the earth.
So if there was ever a Mount Rushmore here, Issah Mmari would be on it. So would Juma Bongo and Nyashinski. Daudi Kabaka and maybe the Swahili Nation, too. Speaking of Swahili Nation, remember the song. For the prelude, cricket sounds and then the that beautiful hum that I know;
Eeh, mpeeeenzi, we nakupenda sana. Then the beautiful, beautiful hum
Ahuum, ahuu, mpenzi nakuenda. Mpenzi nakupenda. Mpenzi nakutaka
Eeee mpennzi wangu, nakupenda sana. Eeeeh mpenzi wangu, nakutaka
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Natuka tuelewana, tuwache kugombana, tabia yangu na yako, yasikilizana
This is why we love music. This is why we love sports. It is a reflection of life. As imperfect as life is, it is just perfect enough.
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