Gospel Artist Holy Dave Accused of Getting Into a Drunken Fight

Fredrick Okang’o contacted Ghafla! with a story after gospel music artiste Holy Dave got in a scuffle with him at a party earlier this week:

“It was on Monday, on the 31st, I was at a friends bash in Kilimani. His house is somewhere near Yaya, right opposite Orange House. There were around 30 people at the party.

Then Holy Dave walked in. I wouldn’t have known who he was if my girlfriend didn’t tell me who he is and maybe would never have even remembered him if she didn’t point out that he was a gospel artiste. That was noticeable because he arrived with three women, one of whom I was told is his sister. That and that he was a carrying a bottle of Jameson.

It was bring-your-own-drink bash so it didn’t seem off except for the fact that I’d been told he’s a gospel artiste. After the midnight celebration, I think it was around 1:00 a.m., Holy Dave went outside with his Jameson and started trying to pick out other people’s women, taking them outside offering them drinks.

I confronted him telling him, “Hey, everyone carried their own drinks, who do you think you are offering other people’s chicks drinks?” He was on the phone talking to someone at the time. As I tried to walk away, he blocked me. That’s when I reminded him that he wasn’t invited to this party by anyone who organized it. “The owner of the house doesn’t know you so you better behave.”

He pushed me and caused a scene. He tried picking a fight threw a few jabs just before the owner of the house and host of the party showed up and told him he had to leave.”

Reaching Holy Dave to confirm the story, he readily gave us the night’s details:

“I arrived at around 11:30 p.m. with Joey [Muthengi] and my other sister. The bash was relaxed, it was okay. Some chick came over to introduce herself to Joey and I as a fan. I was fine, I thought it was cool. We chatted for a bit before I needed to direct some other people who were on their way to the same bash so I went outside to make a call.

As I was on the phone, some guy who I had earlier seen with the chick who had introduced herself as a big fan, came over to talk to me. I was still on the phone so I didn’t really know what he was talking about until he said, “you think you can get any woman you want here?”

I finished up with my call and the guy asked me who I was. I’ve been in many fights and I always know when one is about to start. I never start fights. I asked him to leave me alone and that’s when he punched me in the face. I almost fell and when I regained my balance, he held my neck scratching scratching me like a mama.

He was at the doorway blocking my way and that’s when I grabbed him and pushed him into the house. Guys who knew me at the bash came to my rescue, asking me what was going on. I explained to the house owner that I was not there to cause any trouble.

I like and respect people’s parties, I want them to be succesful and so I went back outside to avoid any more confrontations with the guy. I had also dropped my phone during the scuffle and took it from my pal who picked it up before heading back outside.

At this point, Joey had come to ask me what had happened. Then I noticed that the guy had now followed us outside and was standing right behind Joey. You can mess with me any day but don’t mess with my sister. I wondered what had brought him outside to stand right behind her.

He told me that he was going to beat me up. I knew it was going down so I chucked my jacket, I was wearing a white jacket. Some of my pals came and told me to relax. It became a huge deal and everyone came outside to see what was going on. It looked like it was going to be a huge fight so his pals went on his side and my pals came to mine.

I didn’t want any more trouble than had already been caused and so I told my pal to go get the car we had been driven with to the place right at the gate. It was parked a bit down the road. He parked it right by the gate, where I had noticed there was a policeman as we walked in.

I decided to leave the party on my own volition. If I wanted to stay, I would have. As I was walking away, I heard some chick–who I actually know–say, “Who does this guy think he is? You’re going to die tonight.” I’ve been to [other] parties where I saw people flashing guns casually and so I took it very seriously.

We exchanged words for about five minutes before we finally drove off without my sisters. I was worried that if the chick was making a real threat, I didn’t want my sisters to be with me should anything go down. I called my sisters telling them that we would be coming with security to pick them up but they had also already left the bash and gone to Joey’s place.”

On asking him whether he really was drinking the Jameson, he said, “Hell, no. I know that is some PR guy from Nation. He has beef with me from that day and I know he wants to bring me down.” He also clarified that he had been invited to the party and knew quite a number of people there.