Food & Drinks
Voluptuous vixen, beefy men, and more at Black Samurai
Friday May 19 2023
The main bar throbbed with life and light. FILE PHOTO | SHUTTERSTOCK
At the basement parking lot, an obviously inebriated man drove his new Toyota Prado TZ-G (what else could it be?) into the wall while reversing.
I winced at the crunching sound of his taillights smashing, a most beautiful soundtrack of drunk driving and a deserved reward for idiocy.
In the lift-up, a bowlegged Nigerian man who fit the description of a Yahoo Boy balanced a thick unlit cigar between his kisser.
His counterpart – a most voluptuous vixen with a very pale face – wore a bewitching snow-white body-hugging dress with no brassiere nor knickers. (Don’t ask me how I knew).
It seemed like a match made in Kilimani, which is where Black Samurai is, on Rose Avenue.
The lift opened to a very chintzy floor decor, where very beefy but friendly men milled about in muscle shirts.
A svelte hostess in a very short dress waited to show us inside. Inside the club, thumping music competed with the decor which featured a variation of white seats, gold-plated furniture, flashing lights and all-round gaudiness.
Fun fact; “lounge” in Nairobi is a euphemism for white seats.
Inside was light enough to see your date’s mascara but dark enough for discretion. Strobe lights ran along the ceiling. Everything seemed to flash and glitter.
The main bar throbbed with life and light. There was a monstrous – wall-to-wall – TV screen near a large, dramatic dance floor that shuddered.
All the women were dressed to come out and the men, like me, naturally made great effort to dress up. In jeans. (The ones who weren’t in jeans were not Kenyans.)
Near the deejay booth, some girls squealed on a rotating 360-degree photo booth machine, creating content for social media.
The music was excellent and the service was quite attentive and most tables featured bottles, meaning a long night ahead. People were having a great time.
If you want to listen to great music and feel like you are in a club, please go. If you are big on aesthetics or suffer from epilepsy, avoid. The bourgeois, like my friend Kui, would have been mortified there.
