OGOPENI SPONSOR. A BOYCHILD TESTIMONY BY DR.MOKAYA ONSASE

OGOPENI SPONSOR. A BOYCHILD TESTIMONY BY DOCTOR MOKAYA ONSASE

Dr.Mokaya Onsase aka benmoks

Holding Club 64 one of the stylish and rocking clubs in the heart of Nakuru in the Rift the tears, a distraught Mokaya Onsase Egerton's and enlivened Gusii young man, slumped onto the corridor at the VIP corner near the balcony, dropped his head to his chest and began bubbling seconds after he was replaced by a wealthy tycoon from the estates of Kileleshwa an affluent estate in Kenya's capital Nairobi, with his pocket failing to satisfy Natasha's pleasures.

Worse he had lost the game to his bitter pocket competitors: the sponsors. This was his third loss but this time round it was just after the hour-mark of a one-sided love story between him and Natasha.
Perhaps his lip trembled because he realised he still had to make it back to the hostel in Milimani bare hands without the dream girl, from club 64 of beyond. Or perhaps because he knew his pocket and wallet had managed to embarrassingly flatline in his only chance to win Natasha's heart. At least his emotions  seemed to care enough amid the horrific realisation he had blown it. For sure second chances remain a rare at this level when you consider Onsase's last key one sided love affair that was to blossom into full blown love, considering his last attempt he had lost terribly to a sponsor  in platimum 7d (a club in Nakuru) denouement a year ago.
At least Onsase and his senses will have plenty of time to pore over what befell him in club 64 after embarking upon the several arduous hours of overnight and daytime doing online writing together with his friends who pursued women and alcohol with impunity, to raise at least something for these mega weekends. Weekends of impunity where kids from affluent families laid our daughters bare. At least you could be sure it was a moment of impunity.

His feelings wept with him at a greater cost. Certainly in terms of inordinate travelling in a cold ridden atmosphere in Nakuru on a bodaboda from the hostel all the way to club 64, coupled with emotional torture. Onsase kept asking himself if he was a child of a lesser GOD, while some use expensive luxuries like v8, he had to battle the cold on a boda boda to meet the love of his life in club 64.

Mainly teary Onsase's feelings which he had  fully invested on the one Natasha before watching his listless efforts lowered into the ground by sponsor's speed of mind to splash out the cash and the drink that Natasha longed to have. It was the sponsor who went on rampage instead while Onsases self-harming pocket with just 1500 kenyan shillings preferred to unintentionally blow his own feet off in subscribing fully to what I can collectively term a money vs coins gutting affair.

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Onsase's chances of losing the wonderful and attractive Somali bullet beauty Natasha was on the cardia and the odds were high on the black label and double black filled table. Natasha who had never hid her desire to date the real dealers hadn't faded away yet, maybe Onsase was lucky to win her time with just 2000 in his pocket, but the reality was this was Natasha's single day expenditure. I think Onsase must have smoked something to get the guts with his little coins. At the age of 20, Natasha had already departed into the sponsors pocket having driven men in Nakuru crazy with her curvaceous body and sexy appearance and eaten their savings opus in style: $700 from a Congolese international who had visited Naivasha, $1000 from a top government official and a well furnished apartment in Milimani estate in Nakuru courtesy of an obtainer of gold from the Central Republic was a fitting haul over three years in one year of campus life.

Onsase needed Natasha as much as sponsors after his calamitous limping efforts to win the love of his lifefaded away again in like a year ago. He could not even afford the cheapest of chics.

Onsase was utterly magnificent in all he did despite the torpor that night at club 64, and deserved a better finale than an encounter and competition from a sponsor whose wealth could not be traced riddled with lies.

Two shots of the famous Jack Daniel, some terrific sips of Glenfiddich and genuine lines of love accompanied with french kisses left Onsase dying in his boots with his one bottle of VAT69. Oh God what was Onsase planning to do after the party with  Natasha,  to walk home with a backache or a full blown hangover that can not even allow him to express his prowess between the sheets and enjoy the stolen conjugal fruit that was unofficial? anyway it was miles away and farfetched.

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For sure it was a done deal for Onsase if the sponsor was habitually glorious, supported by the habitually industrious pockets of other men in his company from Kileleshwa, Onsase's cheap coins but  cajoler-in-chief in his campuses, had disappeared with a whimper, again flattering to deceive with an impotent, irate output when it comes to caughing out cash to make Natasha happy and satisfy her demands that cold night at club 64. Onsase sported a listless financial pocket, but one highly symbolic of his campus mates who chewed campus chics with just chapo dengu or one bottle of vodka ( a cheap drink for comrades).

It is difficult to know what was poorer in this affair between Onsase and Natasha: Onsase's pocket or the  sponsor? Take your pick because nobody else is likely to. Certainly not the half-baked people raving at club 64, a club built for ballers and not cheap men like Onsase and his company. it was clear Onsase had capitulated on this fateful night.

Daisy, a lumbering menace to his old friend Onsase, stooped to beat Onsase when he needed her most to try and convince  Natasha not to leave him alone on the table at the white corner of club 64, diverting her attention to the sponsor's tendency of splashing out cash to any girl who offered him a peck, a kiss was awarded five fold. I am not sure what Daisy wanted to go for but judging by the tendency, Daisy wanted the one percent to get 100fold earnings. She had an outstanding past history of carnal passion and being laid for good cash. But how could she achieve her objective when Natasha was seated at the heart of the table with this sponsor from Kileleshwa?

When Daisy bundled Onsase to the deck and the heart of betrayal, it was a done deal for Onsase at this stage. Natasha had already gone and forgotten all about Onsase. at times money can make chics to be so unfriendly or friendly..anyway let's continue.

When it came to dancing, Onsase produced quite magical moves moving his six pack ridden abdomen up and down in admirable  twists, and for once he became the centre of attention before the DJ  quickly terminated his favorite Nigerian song and cut short his only chance to cover up for his financial disability. The music slowly faded off as Onsase went back dejected, sat on his empty table lonely with an empty bottle of dasani in the name of a chaser of the chamas he had bought in the name of liquor. Another moment of joy had Been halted. That was Onsase's lasting contribution to the evening as far as pleasing the heart of Natasha was concerned. Onsase knew well that you can't afford to be poor and know nothing about dancing. At least you must have one. For him the dancing part seems to replace his financial disability. But you cant dance well and still be poor, not even your dog will notice that. At this stage it was a cash affair. The dance seemed to move Natasha for a second, she seemed to produce a sardonic laughter of joy as Onsase danced to the peak of the tunes, but that was not enough to win her heart still. The toothless sponsor from Kileleshwa had not finished frustrating Onsases effort, as he ordered chicken wings and chips masala as Onsase watched her only possession snatched by the hands of the sponsor. "kijana unakaa njaa sana, waiter letea huyu msee food, hii VAT69 itammaliza hapa na tuanaenda na bibi yake." The sponsor jokingly said it with a sluggish drunk echo as he swayed her fat laden belly side to side. Wait how could Natasha fall for such a course fancied mammal and let go a young ambitious man?  It was all about a cash affair just as stated. For women of natasha's calibre it didn't matter if you were handsome or not,  provided you had a pocket tumor, you were handsome and sexy. So you know where onsase belonged this fateful night.

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Onsases third frustration of the night from club 64 had approached the climax.

For Onsase it seemed to be a final. Not that he was not willing to excel, understand that the financial muscles the sponsor had were far beyond the VAT69 onsase had purchased. Onsase could not live with such a humbling of boychild which was quite an indictment which suggests that he had to embark on sturdy remedial work on how to win Natasha. This was to be undertaken later in the day after his hangover.

2.am was fast approaching, Natasha was ready to give back  the returns and we all kept wondering how the drunk sponsor could perform the task ahead. "Wewe unadhani sponsor wanaendaga round tano kama fickboys wa campus, akimwaga mara moja analala kama gunia ya waru" Said one of the sympathisers of Onsase the heartless Natasha, Daisy and the tycoon walked across Onsase's table towards the stairs. Natasha winked at the poor Onsase, moved closer that her ketone laden breath almost wet Onsases forehead and whispered "mimi nimechoka, tunaenda naivasha na daisy, huyu sponsor anatupeleka kulala" as she walked off swinging her ass well contained in the mini she had that night. It was a long night to continue in Naivasha. I  hope you can guess it was long for sure.

A desperate Onsase sat dejected, unhappy that his efforts had not bore fruits and seemed to have concented that he shall live to fight another day. Onsase and other campus dudes who had faced this black Saturday night at club 64 had no longer resort to the reassuring cries of 'ataachwa tu na sponsor' but had to surely go back and work hard in order to beat the financial muscles of the tycoons, after all they had a consolation that wealth is not sexually transmitted.

At the end Onsase's efforts to win Natasha were butchered, bloodied and bewildered after failing to heed the tycoon lights because of financial muscle.

Onsase slowly stuggered toward the stairs guided with one generous security guards as he found his way to the 50 shilling boda boda ride to the hostel in milimani to nurse his hungover and forget about Natasha. At least someone seemed to care for the troubled boychild. Boy child had lost the battle once more. It was the end of an era for him as he was forced to learn his lesson in a bitter way. If you cant fight them, join them. Onsase could not afford to continue to reflect fondly on this sorry sojourn to the end of the world, I hoped he nursed his hungover in peace and picked the lesson. Sorry boychild.

Author: Dr.Mokaya Onsase is a Kenyan trained medical doctor with a bachelors degree in medicine and surgery from Egerton University and an expert in fiction writing about contemporary issues that happen in society.