On Friday Evening, I would ask you to come with four strong men who would ferry the music system to the venue.


By Mundia Ngumi

That was in the 80s when I worked as the respectable Village Dj… Of course I was underage…kindu 12 years.

This blaring Tai music system used to spew zilizopendwa like nobody’s business.

The select hits of Kamaru, musaimo, Ndichu, Wayuni, played endlessly on this turntable. I was a bae!

If you happened to hold a wedding party, ruracio or ngurario, and irua, circumcision parties, you only needed to waylay me on my way from school, and politely request for my Dj Services and of course inform mom the intention to borrow the village jukebox.

She would gladly offer the jukebox plus the Dj.

On Friday Evening, I would ask you to come with four strong men who would ferry the music system to the venue.

I would still ask you to buy 40 AA Eveready batteries. I would then choose the best of the music selection from a wide variety of our vinyl records (thaani) and a few LPs (long play). I would dress in my heavy cardigan and I would head to the boogie.

The music would turn on at exactly 8.00 pm until dawn.

Every young man and woman in the village would turn out.

Plenty of tea and githeri/mukimo would flow. Of course the Dj ate a special meal of fried meat with mukimo. Whilst the ordinaries took limitless ndubia, the Dj received a birika full of sugared tea with plenty of milk. Nilikuwa mheshimiwa..usinione hivi.

Those days, evil had not increased like today. Young men and women respected their sexuality more, unlike today. None imagined doing bad stuff with the village girls, except to dance and fill our bellies.

Today, I wouldn’t want to be a DJ because I know I would turn blind from the tabia on the dance floor. Reke nemwo.

Thanks Dad, you truly exposed me early to real life. Keep resting in awesome peace.

Great day everyone


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