It’s been quite a while. I missed the fresh breath of a new post here. We have a new series up, one so hilarious and deep that will leave your mouths aghast in bewilderment and heads nodding in agreement that God changes people na watu wametoka mbali.
This is the first story of #MyKkrewBsStory and I will start with mine to show you guys that am in good faith by roasting myself first. I have done plenty of Kkrew stories on my blog sharing my experience. I wrote this in an excerpt of a story I did, ‘If I didn’t know God’
If I didn’t know God I could probably have been a spoilt beer monger, washing my kidneys with all types and flavors of alcohol.
If I never knew God I could be still nodding to my explicit Hip Hop beat and rapping its lyrics. Riddim is dead, as Vybz is jailed. Soft rock would rave me mad with p!nk’s spasms of madness.
If I didn’t know the word I could be be busy in a club somewhere gyrating the vinyl, with wino women all over me as they make their music requests. I would still be hiding my beer in my cabinet or trade it with money with the waiters.
If I never got to experience the love of the cross I would be spanking asses and talking ill. I would be starting fires and living on the edge. The edge of low thoughts and the brim of fullness in getting high, what we call -mi niko tu sawa-(am just okay)
I knew Kkrew through neighbors in late 2011. They used to speak highly of small groups, things like ‘Men’s Kitchen’ and girls, a catalyst that urged me to really attend (many will call me a fisi). I used to be a deejay, ‘man’a bwad man.’ The baby locks on my head complemented the drops and the raw riddim tracks I used to drop in clubs.
Club chics least enticed me. I mean, which man would want a chic who is half naked, smokes a whole chimney of sheesha and the color of her face rhymes not with that of her limbs? Even in my party in the wild, I knew of what is good and bad. I thought maybe this Kkrew thing would land me into beauties and get to interact with Gacheri, Bridgit or some shosholite.
Sadly, I never found the beauties even after numerous visits and I left. After The Wallace in my life, I became a serious member. Not because of the beauty and spiritual chic-race but because I had a family, a bond, love and was growing spiritually (Thanks to Enlighters county members).
I blogged much about my experience at Kkrew and was called to join the media team. I started blogging, did social media and photography. It is also from there that we birthed our company, Increatives.
In the many times I have decided to give up on my blog, someone, just a random Kkrew guy would tell me, “Hi, are you Siloma? I love your posts and they have really changed my life.” I would then retract my steps and keep moving forward. Kkrew has really kept me on my toes, gave me a family, strengthened my spirituality and have never been in regret because I never found my ‘shosholite’ I am glad I found Jesus instead.
Are you not in Kkrew? You are missing life! With all the definitions of what salvation should be, Kkrew has redefined salvation, not by allowing rules to be broken but by allowing Jesus to take the wheel. Tuesdays in Nairobi Cinema as from 5.30pm should be the place. Come let’s grow the family.