By Ted Muthusi via FB
Once upon a time there was a new event at a restaurant near the yaya Center area.
The event had been organised by one of my friends new to events at the time. A new concept in Nairobi – speed dating.
I happily volunteered to be the emcee without knowing what I was getting into. The event kicks off to a slow start as the number of males did not balance with the females – so basically 5 guys were being vibed by like 15 women.
Awesome for the men, raw deal for the women.
The crowd was not amused at all after paying a good amount of cash. As an emcee you are meant to control a situation, but I was really in a panic. All the jokes I tried were seriously backfiring. I was sweating so much, it looked like i had been rained on. What the @#$& was I going to do.
Kev happened to walk in and in his nature, was curious to see how this type of event works. Immeadiately he picked up on the mood and could notice that those in attendance, though few -were not in a “friendly” space.
Kev quickly told me to give him the microphone and turned the event around on the spot. He rocked that microphone mpaka I was questioning myself on whether emcee-ing was really my thing.
I even started getting a tad bit jealous with thoughts of ” okay enough you freakin show off, give me the microphone back”. But realised that if I did, I would have been the prime target for a barrage of hot slaps.
An event organiser who comes to the rescue of a struggling emcee and also helps a competitor in the events industry to establish themselves. Who does that?
Kev I should have given you the little token I earned that day but hey, you didn’t look like you wanted it so I used it drinking myself to a stupor as I was still in shock.
What kind of person have we lost? Well there you have it. Peace dude. Thanks for saving my diabs that day. Rock on.
