Smitta goes to Watamu!

These days, every journey of the Smitta begins with a safari.

That is, Safari at Georgetown travels, and once the dude had secured me a ticko in a matter of secos * these after three days cajoling one of those insider folks in the industry, a lady with longer storos than mzee Abu Nwasi, we were on our merry way to Malindi.

But not before I met Jaguar in a white kanzu at JKIA, who swang me two kay for all the vinywajis he wud otherwise have bought me if only he waz rolling to Malindi like me, n not Othumo. I like the guy, I really do, n his generosity is legendary.

Once in Malindi, I fast found out from Noni Mbuguss, the organiser of the Miss Diva event, of which Kilifi is the first stop, that one Nyota Ndogo had pulled the full diva on them / and done a No Show soon after confirming.

It is that kinda lazyish ATT that keeps Coasto artistes down, in full slo mo, as we once semad with Ameeleena with Stevosky after a show with Sophia Wanuna.

KDF waz on the barabara, perembaing peeps in motis.

Sekurity is good, but I heard tales of them sumtymes fixing folks who have forgotten ID.

That is so @kijana kucha hapa, wapi high tee of funny cops in the 1990s! But first we had to stop at the fabulous Car Wash roadside pub n resto run by our beret buddy Jeff for quick vodoski.

Baker Quebe, Ken Makhaso n Daudi Baraka, the 3 Musketeers who were gonna be my mascots for the next three days * with Tony Kwalanda of K 24 later to play the role of D/Artagnan, n I were all served vodoski by the smokin Nuru, n met the giantess Milka Atieno, who wqaz to be one/a the judges of the Kilifi Diva pageant later on that night.

Check in waz at the Solace Lifestyle n Wellness resort place, pristine n beside the glistening white beach, by Mumbix who tole me she usedta see me around Balosky esto a coupla years ago. I assured Mumbix we/ll be floor riding not too far from there soon, in a Pentsky place six floors or so above @ sea level.

Dr. Edna Ngare Gor, Solace proprietress, waz a warm, wunderful person to meet / and I felt at digs right away.

Before going to dig into veg fare at the resto, and be introd to summa the young divas like Flavian Kabibi, joyful Joyce, Tabs n Miss Tourism, Flora.

Aftey we went to a cool place called Joyce/s Place n run by Rwandese splengskis like Rose for more muenjoyos.

Chelsea was held, damn, n we shifted base to a Watamu local with Ken where we chapad brew n I got to listen to young men speak of how insecurity in the coast leads to tourism drop leads to economy blues leads to jobless yut ripe to be recruited by radical folks, hence more insecurity.

Club Santana, where Miss Diva waz taking place, waz fab n the deejay waz simply cool with his fab old skool mix.

Mcee lady Chebetski held dat shizzle together, tho we had contestants who sang so off-key they sounded like street karaoke with a squaddie of Embassavas.

My pal Raison ole Punuka dint win, Cynthia did, but the crown I think deserved to fall either on Flavian or Susan, both of Pwani Uni, in all fairness. Both Fatma n Omar of Garodda were there, n wanted us to roll to club Comeback.

We left Santana on a scooter with Jeff of Car Wash, the Smitts with a wine glass in hand, howling at the stars.

Timochenko, the Klub Kalahari manager, welcumed us at his joint ni ka mzee akuku hatari waz on our case, n we were joined by Tony of K24 n diva/ine crew to partee till the cock crew, n in the morning dew, I spied Cynth on a scooter, chewing bo at the back as I sang MJ/s *Dangerous.

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