Steve Mbogo had been obtaining quite a lot of publicity not too long ago-his attempt to become Kenya’s next president contradicts his rumored unsavory activities-and it’s probably safe to say that i was there during the beginning of it all.Well…somehow.
October was his birthday month,so it would only seem appropriate that a self-proclaimed billionaire spend a few millions on his birthday party in the dusitD2 Nairobi,while promoting his name.I’m not a girlfriend if you’re curious,he already has a few of those,one of them at least walked beside him during his grand entrance to the party,Tanasha Oketch,her friend Wanjiru Muthoni,and a light skin South African woman who was deemed to be wife material.It is amazing how much you find out when you are friends with the birthday boy’s brother.
Looking at the three beautiful women,you could tell Steve had a type he liked to show off.All incredibly light skin,and stunning enough to make another girl feel insecure.But that little showcase was towards the end of the party,which involved a curvy DJ Dee-who as i heard had a thing with Steve earlier in the year.Steve was very unpunctual to his own party,his brother said he liked to be fashionably late,”make a grand entrance”, and true to that,a showy appearance he did make.
The birthday cake resembled plates of gold stacked over each other,and a happy Steve Mbogo threw money all over the stage.If i had given in to my Kikuyu urges,i would have probably found myself scrambling with the hyped audience who were trying to catch a few notes for themselves.If free food wasn’t enough however,the free alcohol may have just brought tears to your eyes.
There were a few famous personalities here and there and a parking area outside filled with so many sports cars that you’d think you landed in Dubai for a moment.I took the liberty to indulge myself in some wine and shisha.The party was slowing down,and i would have probably headed to Vineyard with a friend,if i wasn’t already so exhausted.My story heads to the dusitD2 hotel,where i later came to detest Steve’s cousin’s demeaning attitude towards women.
Without slight hesitation,he declared his sexual attraction to me,even attempting to pull a few moves not long after he had already enjoyed some other girl’s company-whom my friend witnessed sneaking out of the Hotel Room together earlier on.”Baby come here and let me hold you for a bit”,words that still jazz me to this day.Maybe women make it a little to easy for these men.
The morning came with a slight hangover,the free alcohol definitely didn’t love me back but with room service,came all the water i needed.We headed downstairs for breakfast category.The second most memorable thing in that hotel room occurred not too long after,with an astonished me staring at a computer screen.
Steve’s brother and i had stumbled onto one of Steve’s contracts concerning gold worth hundreds of millions of shillings.Although Steve’s brother,for the most part of it,did not seem quite surprised.We caught Steve busy on his phone as we left the hotel.I swear if his brother had not called out his name,i would have never taken notice,he was shadily dressed like a slight upgrade of Lil Wayne wanna be.Then the sad thought dawned on me,that what he was wearing was probably more expensive than my whole wardrobe,sigh.In front of him was a luggage cart filled with baggage,God knows why,since we were all just there for one night….it wasn’t my business anyway.
I decided to head to Steve Mbogo’s household in Karen from the hotel since it was not too far from where i stayed,but more importantly because i wanted to see how many exotic tigers he had caged up next to his golden throne(cause he seems like the type of guy to have that if he could)No tigers or thrones sadly,but one of the living room areas did have several gold plated objects.It was a sizable house with enough green space to probably start a small farm.There were a number of vehicles in Steve’s parking lot,the most noticeable being a black,sleek two sitter.The place was filled with several people and it appeared to be those households seen in hip-hop music videos that always hosted parties.I and a few others proceeded to the compound to ride on a hover-board,which was not as hard to use as it looked,after the first two tries it was smooth sailing for me.Obviously i had to Instagram it,while waiting on the food that never seemed to be ready despite several cooks in the kitchen.I killed a little more time taking a couple of photos,even a few with the South African wife material beauty who seemed to be the sweetest person around.
Time came for me to leave and as i took a cab heading back to my own casual life style,i could not help but wonder what it felt like to live like that everyday.
Nessa Shera is a law student and blogger who enjoys writing article pieces that generally mirror her own interests.As a writer,Nessa’s short articles have appeared on several online publications.When she is not writing,she enjoys reading,listening to music,and eating out.Visit and read her blog here.
