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In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves, A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves, Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show, A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go. Karish, unlike modern stars who mime, With a live band and dancers, he'd shine. From 10 pm till dawn's early light, He'd entertain with all his might. Dancers lost in rhythms, the crowd in delight, As midnight approached, spirits took flight, But then, at 2 am, a sudden hush fell, Speakers went mute, a foreboding spell. A gang, six or seven, with weapons untamed, Machetes, clubs, and rusty guns they aimed, "KILA MTU LALA CHINI!" the leader's decree, Patrons, sobered, herded, as fear grew free. "EVERYONE, GET NAKED!" his next demand did ring, So, they stripped down to nothing, a peculiar, shocking thing, As the gang searched pockets, taking what they could find, The crowd cowered on the cold floor, fear etched in their mind. The gang's leader, bold with humor in tow, Ordered the speakers to once again glow, Onstage, Karish and his band stood bare, Naked and vulnerable, in the chilling air. "START SINGING!" the gang leader's absurd command, Karish, his voice trembling, had to withstand, "Muthoni Kifagio," the song he must perform, A satirical piece, to ridicule and inform. Adding humor to the tale's unique lore, The gang chose a dancer, a man to explore, An old, pot-bellied, short figure in a cowboy hat, Dancing comically for the gang; imagine that! The heist was brief, mere minutes had passed, And the gang disappeared, leaving the patrons aghast, Naked and frantic, like a colonial scramble they raced, For clothes to wear, in haste, they embraced. Karish and his band, furthest from the pile of clothes, Landed mismatched attire, confusion arose, Karish in a spaghetti top, a scent of perfume so strong, His wife at home, his troubles, he'd explain ere long. No offense, but imagine the scene so bizarre, As the pot-bellied dancer, in a cowboy hat, old by far, Wore lady's biker short, oh what a sight, In an unexpected place, a humorous plight. To this day, Karish worries and ponders, How the dancer, in his unusual wonders, Explained to satisfaction, to his wife's delight, Why he wore lady's biker short that night.

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A Bizarre Naked Dance

In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves, A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves, Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show, A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go. Karish, unlike modern stars who mime, With a live band and dancers, he'd shine. From 10 pm till dawn's early light, He'd entertain with all his might. Dancers lost in rhythms, the crowd in delight, As midnight approached, spirits took flight, But then, at 2 am, a sudden hush fell, Speakers went mute, a foreboding spell. A gang, six or seven, with weapons untamed, Machetes, clubs, and rusty guns they aimed, "KILA MTU LALA CHINI!" the leader's decree, Patrons, sobered, herded, as fear grew free. "EVERYONE, GET NAKED!" his next demand did ring, So, they stripped down to nothing, a peculiar, shocking thing, As the gang searched pockets, taking what they could find, The crowd cowered on the cold floor, fear etched in their mind. The gang's leader, bold with humor in tow, Ordered the speakers to once again glow, Onstage, Karish and his band stood bare, Naked and vulnerable, in the chilling air. "START SINGING!" the gang leader's absurd command, Karish, his voice trembling, had to withstand, "Muthoni Kifagio," the song he must perform, A satirical piece, to ridicule and inform. Adding humor to the tale's unique lore, The gang chose a dancer, a man to explore, An old, pot-bellied, short figure in a cowboy hat, Dancing comically for the gang; imagine that! The heist was brief, mere minutes had passed, And the gang disappeared, leaving the patrons aghast, Naked and frantic, like a colonial scramble they raced, For clothes to wear, in haste, they embraced. Karish and his band, furthest from the pile of clothes, Landed mismatched attire, confusion arose, Karish in a spaghetti top, a scent of perfume so strong, His wife at home, his troubles, he'd explain ere long. No offense, but imagine the scene so bizarre, As the pot-bellied dancer, in a cowboy hat, old by far, Wore lady's biker short, oh what a sight, In an unexpected place, a humorous plight. To this day, Karish worries and ponders, How the dancer, in his unusual wonders, Explained to satisfaction, to his wife's delight, Why he wore lady's biker short that night.