There was an age where Kenyan music was the in thing. A time when we were patriotic, musically at least. When Kenyan music was better than any other in Africa. A time when genge was our national anthem. When everyone knew the lyrics to the songs, and even if you did not know the lyrics, you still danced to it. When califf records and ogopa deejays had not been replaced by the melodic wasafi.
It was a great time. And these artists made it so much better.
I think flex taught many guys how to ask for a girl?s number persistently. ?Nipe number yako atakama ni ya sistako? . That line still makes laugh to this day. Michael Mwangi?s music had a nice flow to it. And we were honestly mad when he moved to Sweden at the peak of his career. We deserved more songs.
Now that he is back in Kenya, we hope he will give us some music. Even if it is a remix to Nyundo yangu.