KREATIVE KORNA: Meeting my other me

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The bald head shave and full beard created some air of mystery around him and a peculiar masculine whiff of an alpha. I don’t know why, but my mind quickly analysed what kind of man he was. Things went back to almost normal again, as drinks flowed and the band switched to Zilizopendwa hits. The sound was well tuned and it fitted my state of mind, then.

The gents encounter…

A call of nature called, and I finished my madiaba, summoned the waiter nearby for another cold one, secured my corner space and rushed to the gents for a piss. Splurge Lounge’s washrooms were hygienic and well kept. As I strolled in and uzipped my trousers ready to empty my aching bladder, I noticed the two goons standing strategically one at the entrance and the other near the urinal bowls. I summed up the Mandevu was in the washrooms also answering to a call of nature. Minding my own business, and seeking no trouble, I proceeded to a urinal bowl at the corner and unleashed my waters, releasing a loud fart in the process much to the relieve of my body that needed that release. As some sage once said, ‘There can be no rain without some thunder.’

We met at the wash basins as we both washed our hands after the calls of nature. It is good manners to wash ones hands after a short or long call, aha! Some men won’t agree with this…back to the washroom, it is when I looked up the mirror, which he was coincidentally doing that instant that we caught each other’s other eye. It was all odd and awkward, like seeing another version of me live. We both kept our cool, but the gaze on the giant mirror reflection lingered for some time, in uneasy silence, save for the running tap and flashing of the toilet. He really looked like the bad boy in me as I must looked to him the good boy in him. We both looked away but curiosity got us to lock our eyes on each other. I noticed his clothing was of real good taste and his beard was real, and well-kept like that of Rick Ross. Maybe he was his role model. The familiar look disturbed me, as he looked like my exact twin brother in resemblance, though I did not have one. I noticed the goon standing behind him seemed bemused and disturbed too, not knowing whether to watch or intervene the awkward moment.

He said a hello as he extended his hand for a handshake as he introduced himself. “Hello bro, good evening. I’m Emboko Chief Wakubona, owner of Boss Entertainment. You look familiar, have we met somewhere?

“Hi Emboko Chief Wakubona, I’m Wafula Khamala, I work at Caveman Media. Glad to meet you. You seem popular in this joint. I believe we have not met before, but by the looks of things you look my own bad boy twin brother.”

Caveman Vs Mandevu.jpg

“Hahaaa…” he laughed loudly, as we made our way out of the washrooms. “Maybe we call our mamas to find out if we are real brothers. I was caught out back there, seeing you like that, and seeing myself, and I was like: do I have a twin brother I don’t know? Call me Mandevu, by the way. Come join me at the VIP Lounge we share a drink and find out if we are blood brothers or not..,” he said as he put a friendly hand round my shoulder and gave me a friendly pat.

Well, I usually do not warm up new acquaintances quickly, but take time to feel my way around them, get a fit. Mandevu was an exact opposite of me. He was an extrovert, out-going, passionate, persuasive, confident, charismatic,, loud, proud and bombastic; an alpha male whose adrenaline and testosterone levels seemed a high rev. His boisterous mannerism and patronizing style of handling conversations made me see myself in a totally different and extreme perspective. I obliged to join him at the VIP Lounge, get some respectful mheshimiwa treatment we we talked about for our respective lives. On my way to my reserved corner seat, I quickly dailled up my mother back in the village to find out if she had a twin brother of mine hidden from all of us all this years. She answered affirmitively that she had not hidden dark story to tell, and whoever I met she would love his picture and probably a meet-up sometime to compare us. I had to be sure I got no unannounced brother, if you Know what I mean…

Apparently, Mandevu’s village was in Lokamba, whereas mine was in Mbwausi. Both of his parents were alive, with his dad being a retired political think tank of Kibaki, running the show behind scenes and managing his real estate investments. His mother was a vibrant evangelist running her own ministry in Nairobi. He had schooled in St. Anthony’s Kitale before joining USIU. Being creative, a self starter and passionate for entrepreneurship, he formed Boss Entertainment in the early stages of his student life, learning on it and improving on himself until he was now a master in his venture. After his graduating in 2012, he went into a full swing as a businessman, running the then incorporated company and making good money in events and entertainment circles.

Indeed, Rick Ross was his main man and he loved to copy his style, in business and fashion consciousness. A self-starter, hustler and dream maker, Boss Entertainment, now 5 years a fully incorporated company was an icon brand in the events and entertainment industry, and he was a legend among his peers. A devout Manchester City fan, he boasted on how the invincible Citizens would be lifting the trophy in the 2017/2018 season with 15 matches to spare, and no team would match the records they will set this year. He was still single, although he had a 4 year daughter, whom he was taking care of from a past relationship that did not work out.

Later on, around 10:00 p.m, as I took a Taxify cab home,I let the events of the day run through my mind. Meeting Mandevu and lively conversation we had seemed to have made me realize I needed to make some things right. He seemed a bad bay, but his heart was clean. He was generous, kind, resourceful and directing his approach to life. Although we had a number of similarities when doing a comparison, our differences were also there to see. Almost sharing birth day and year, life experiences and circumstances made us approach life differently and have differing perspective to issue around life. I found certain urgency to make some things right, especially pursuing my passion and building a legacy.

‘I would build Caveman Media into a household name in Kenya,’ I swore to myself.

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