After The Steamy Sex Tape, Thousands Of Excited Women Show Up Along Thika Road And Crown DJ Crème As The Greatest Of All Time (Photos)
Whoever thought that leaking DJ Crème De la Crème’s sex tape would ultimately ruin his checkered DJ’ing career made the wrong conclusion. But honestly, we all thought that that tape would torpedo his career and crumble his young marriage.
I mean, wasn’t it utterly tasteless? Wasn’t he ridiculously poor in it? And wasn’t he, by the time the tape leaked, happily married and still one of Kenya’s most sought after DJs? Why, then, wouldn’t such a leak break him into pieces?
But no. Not so fast. Even after Trending on Twitter for like two days-Oh, Worldwide Twitter-and being the butt of many a bedroom puns and memes, it seems like The good DJs bedroom, eeer, turntables skills still haven’t lost touch.
Last Friday (Nov. 27) popular Thika Road club Natives was celebrating its 2nd Anniversary and who best to bring the house down than the grainy sex tape star, DJ Crème? Yes, that exactly was he plan.
DJ Crème, by the way, recently released some song titled ‘SITAKUSAHAU’ dedicated to pretty much any celebrity we’ve fatally lost in the last decade or so. And to be honest, I’ve not gotten around to listening to it. And no, I’ve no plans whatsoever.
He features akina Prezzo, Bigpin and Ulopa Ngoma in that song that I hope is good given how crappy every other tribute song usually is. So, last Friday, at Natives Club, DJ Crème de la Crème was among a motley crew of artists and DJs that were meant to put on a show in celebration of Natives’ 2nd Year in business..
Everyone came. Including that other DJ,DJ Kaytrixx. And for like 4 hours or so, it was Kaytrixx and some other DJs who were holding it down at the DJ booth. Driving the crowd wild in their own way… And not doing so badly.
I got there with my Ghafla! crew, half of which was dead drunk. And for lack of seats, we were ushered (Yes, ushered) to the VIP section. The same place that Prezzo, Big Pin and their entourage were meant to sit.
In fact, the tables had been reserved for Prezzo and crew. With a tacky paper written shoddily ‘Presso’. Presso? Oh OK.
We sat there for like an hour, lucky we’d found perfect seats and also glad we’d be away from the crazy, rowdy crowds flocking all over the place.
Alas! Who shows up? Prezzo. And we’re immediately moved to some other section. But still, not so bad.
Oh, back to DJ Crème…
Now, after many hours of partying and dancing and prancing and losing it, the man himself came through.
First there was some silence… And then the lights blinked. And then some familiar voice came on… He announced himself. DJ mathafuckin de la Crème.
The moment he announced his presence, the whole club went insane. No one else mattered. Nothing else mattered actually.
‘Hey Ladies… I’m your DJ.. They call DJ Crème de la Crème….. ‘
He didn’t have to say it no more. Crowd already went wild. Ladies lost themselves. The sort of screams and wild shouts that rent the air could be heard miles away.
And then he got into business. And, trashing what every other clowny DJ had done before him, DJ Crème took over and took control. Playing a list of the latest, happiest hits. Scratch by scratch, mix by mix, tune by tune, selection by selection, DJ Crème made his presence known. And reminded us just who he was. Sex tape or not.
And after every minute, he’d pause to announce his name, make some shoutouts, holler at the ladies and generally hype the crowd up.
There were thousands of people at Natives. From the hallway to the VIP to the inner lounge to the tents. Crowds upon crowds of excited people, drunk people, party lovers, wild people.
And when the DJ called Crème came on, doing his thing for almost two hours, it was clear who the KING was. Forgetting about his sex tape and the drama that followed it, the ladies went wild. Throwing the whole place into a maddening scream fest, hands in the air, screaming his name, acknowledging his presence, going all wild and crazy for him.
And for the next few hours, Mr. Crème proved to them ladies just who runs the World. And they all agreed, it IS him.
Scandal aside, drama aside, nothing, from what I witnessed, seemed to have hurt DJ Crème. In fact, his popularity seemed to have grown two fold. Ice never seen a DJ get such a mad reception, drive crowds so crazy, make the ladies go so wild, blow up a room so much and endear themselves so much to a thunderous gang of revelers.
Last weekend, DJ Crème won. And won big.
Hmmm… Is it too early to release my own sex tape?!
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