Yesterday, the Mugithi singer Samidoh and his baby mama Karen Nyamu hit the headlines when the Nairobi lawyer cum politician accused him in a video sent posted on social media that he had assaulted her despite being three months pregnant.
Karen Nyamu is the mother of his son but Samidoh is legally married to Edith Nderitu. Karen was just a good time side chic to Samidoh and the two had broken up when the lawyer decided to call him out in public to admit that they had a son together.
Samidoh decided to apologize to his first wife and they got back together. In response to Karen Nyamu’s tantrums on social media, Samidoh revealed that he regrets dating the beautiful mother of two because she is after his fame and money.
According to Samidoh, Karen is a pathological liar who spins situations to suit her at any opportune time. He revealed that he met her sometimes back while performing at Carnivore Nairobi.
Karen who the director of Nairobi Water and Sewerage Company narrated how Samidoh battered her mercilessly despite the fact that she is carrying his baby. Karen revealed that the singer got wind that she was at the Coast with a man and he got jealous because he is still in love with her.
Samidoh fired back in a letter revealing that he is done with her and he only went back to her house to get back the money he had loaned her. Karen got hysterical and dramatically started yelling at him and attacked him with a knife. He wrestled the man, pinned him on the ground with a knife and threatened to kill him.
He managed to escape unhurt as neighbors watched in dismay. According to Samidoh, Karen is a clout chaser and she is seeking sympathy from the public by spinning the situation to her advantage. From the letter written by the Mugithi singer, he has been not been together with the Karen and she is not pregnant.
If she is indeed pregnant, then Samidoh is not the one who is responsible.
Dear Karen Nyamu,
I am a police officer with prerequisite information on matters law. I know that the law is an ass and you are determined to jeopardize my job or persona. I must tell you Karen that the day I set eyes on you, I was performing at Carnivore when you kept winking at me. I ignored but as they say, “When a woman wants you it is only God or your legs that will save you! ” I gave in to your amorous advances. But I didn’t know the devil incarnate you were.
After a weekend of carousal, you splattered all our naughty videos all over social media attracting the attention of all and sundry. I became a bogeyman to everyone including the village obsequious fool. You dragged my persona in the mud, tore my beautiful family with your immoral idiosyncrasies. I kept quiet. I continued belting tunes, crooning hits after another while your preoccupation was abusing me, hurling profanities in the full glare of the media. Things I expected to be under wraps you paraded to everyone including the squirting details, cathartic orgasmic outbursts inside Villa Rosa Esque we rented with proceeds of my hard-earned money. As if that is not enough, you took me as a tease dancer who should be played with.
And now you are at it again staging dramatic sequels to the effect that I beat you up into a pulp. I came to your house and the next thing was staying a well-orchestrated drama accusing me of attempting to rape you
All the while, I remained a gentleman when you punched me into the ground, breaking the cutlery and attracting the attention of neighbors. I was demanding my money which I had loaned you and I wanted to sever all ties with a drama queen of your stature. Now you are accusing me of physical assault, causing you dark spots around the soft tissues of the orbital and temporal regions of your eyes. Your hair was strewn while trying to strangle me as you pinned me to the ground. I tried to defend myself but you took a knife and I was able to escape.
Now, Maendeleo Ya Wanawake, LSK, FIDA are on my neck. You have twisted this narrative to suit your ego. You are a bad cookie operating in cahoots with an impenetrable ring that secures you whenever you emasculate a poor victim.
My verdict is that you should leave me alone, avoid further disparaging of my family, or drawing me into your troubles. After all, those we love we bed and those we bed we love you told me one chilly morning. I also wanted to put it to you that since your primary school days in Embu, Kamuthatha, you were an inveterate liar, pathological manipulator till you graduated to your systemic rabbit hole theatrics. I, therefore, direct my battery of lawyers to meet you in court over a number of issues.