After an embarrassing form 1 drama audition, I had become popular and, in a way this was a good thing for me because the popularity reigned all the way up to my form four when I cleared high school. So why was Corrie popular? I was an ‘amazing singer and rapper’. If you doubt me, go ahead and ask anyone who went to St. Francis Mang’u, this girl could rap, ‘wacha tu!!’
I have always had the passion to one day release an album or a major hit song. Back in high school if I had the money and the right networks, am sure that I would not be writing this, coz why lie singing is a calling, at least that’s what I thought when I was in high school. See the thing I loved about my high school was that no one was a ‘mjuaji’like me, and if there were, ‘very few’. I was always up to date with the best hit songs, especially Jamaican songs, I was what people termed as ‘mnati’.  Papa San’s music was on my finger tips, I used to rap the way he did, and would always get an audience for it especially on Sundays during church service and weekend challenge.
True story, every other time I was called to perform guys would roar with cheer because they knew I would go there and spit some amazing rhymes which were not originally mine, but very few people knew that. I was good at it, and my break through came when Rufftone released ‘Mwikhulu’ ,mayynnneee’, I used to ‘spit’ along his ‘mistariz’ you have no idea!!
         ‘ According to the rapture you were better than rest,
         like Tina Tunner me say your’e simply the best ,
        me  love how  u bless, me love all your ways,
        I put you to the test and u emerge as the best….’
There was a way I dazzled people, and some actually respected me for that, I mean how many girls would rap, few, and I was one of them. I used to shine in high school, and at times during the boring Chemistry, Biology and Mathematics lessons I would be busy writing down rhymes. Every other time we had guests in school, I would volunteer my name ‘chini ya maji’ and look all surprised when my name was called to perform, and people would assume that I was not prepared but the ‘mistari’s’ I unleashed were major, and for that I still earned respect.
So during one of the Sundays, there was a group that used to be called ‘Aflame’ I don’t know if they still exist, but they used to organize gigs for school leavers ‘Heroes bash’. So this time they were having auditions for people who would perform in the event, they needed mad talent, and most of my school mates encouraged me to go try out. I knew with no doubt that I was good at what I did, so I got the details and when school was closed I went for the auditions, all geared up with my ‘lines’.
I remember the auditions were being held at the 680 Hotel in Nairobi. I went all alone but I met a couple of my friends there some from school others from my ‘hood’. The place was packed; I truly felt like a celebrity, so I ‘chilled’ at the back of the hall and observed the people auditioning waiting for my turn. The performances were all so cliché, dances, guys rapping, girls singing, but no girl had rapped, and for me that was an advantage because I would be the only girl rapping.
I was dressed for my performance; I had a green bandana wrapped around my wrist, a black hood, a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. I walked to the front,
‘hey guys, my name is corrie, and I will be rapping’
The whole hall was filled with cheers, and this really motivated me.
I did not have any beat, but the Deejay put some hiphop beats for me, and I felt like a mega star.
       ‘kila mtu mikono kwenye hewa’ ‘mikono kwenye hewaaaaaaa’
I was ‘sooooo’ off key and off beat so I stalled by rhyming the cliché ‘mikono kwenye hewa line’
The judges were busy following my instructions and raising their hands while nodding their heads, I knew that I had caught their attention.
        ‘why lie, me sita cry,
        kwa sababu yuko hai,najua alidie, for you and I,
        so kila mtu mikono kwenye hewaaaaaa!! Ehh ehh ehh! mikono kwenye hewaaa!!’
The beats were still on, but the rhymes that I had in my head just could not sync with the deejay’s beats, and I was confused because I was scared of making a blunder and ruining my chance to be the best. I remember seeing people dancing while clapping and others laughing, I had a feeling that my performance was pathetic, because from the way the judges were clapping, it was like they were mocking me. So I ended my few minutes of fame unceremoniously. Once I was done everyone in the hall was chanting, ‘mikono kwenye hewaaaaa!!’ I knew they were mocking me and clearly that was embarrassing.
I walked back to my seat, feeling crappy as hell!! I knew that I needed a decoy. See in these events there were always sessions of preaching, worship and alter call for people to get saved. When the time for the altar call reached, the song that was playing was Michael W. Smith’s ‘Heart of Worship, I walked towards the front and got ‘saved’, not for the right reasons, but just to get sympathy from people at least my getting ‘saved’ would make people forget my few minutes of fame as Kenya’s ‘Lil Kim’
I swore never to rap again in front of an audience that was not used to my skills. I still continued with my rapping in high school and for some reason it really amazed many people and they always found me very fascinating… or NOT… now that I think about it, maybe these guys in high school were making fun of me, were they????
But hey that was ME being ME