Love, Riots, and a 27-Year Plot Twist
You know how people love to say “relationships are hard”? Well, let me introduce you to Nameless and Wahu — the OG music power couple who turned dating chaos into an 19-year (and counting) marriage.
It all started in 1998. A campus event at Grand Regency. No one really remembers if it was a Miss University pageant or some award thing, not even Wahu. What she does remember, though, is meeting this skinny guy with dreadlocks called Nameless. A mutual friend, Neto, made the intro. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight, but let’s just say… fate was already clocking in.
Their first official date? Boxing Day. They met for lunch at Wimpy, that little spot at Corner House. Classic Nairobi CBD vibes. Wahu showed up a whole hour late, by the way. But Nameless didn’t bolt. They sat, ate, and then strolled through the quiet city streets just talking. No fancy setups, just vibes.
And that’s how their love story unfolded. Two campus kids doing life the way it should be done — slowly, messily, and with all the fun in the world. Picnics, movie dates, raving, camping, late-night convos. No Instagram filters. No pressure. Just real, raw connection.
But here’s where it gets… interesting.
Three months into dating, things started going sideways. Nameless started noticing a pattern. Every time Wahu was around, something off would happen.
“I’m not gonna lie,” Nameless confessed in a podcast. “I actually started thinking huyu dem ni baluck. Like, how can one person carry this much chaos?”
One day they were walking hand in hand on campus, just enjoying the moment, when out of nowhere, a random guy slapped Nameless. Just like that. No hello, no warning. Nameless, in full bluff mode, removed his specs, shoved them into his pocket, and pretended he had a weapon. “I dared them to fight me,” he laughed, “hand still in my pocket.” Luckily, some rugby players recognized him and stepped in before it got ugly.
And that wasn’t even the worst of it.
Another time, campus riots broke out — the kind that send everyone bolting into hostels. Nameless told Wahu to stay in her room. But nope. Wahu, being Wahu, thought, “My boyfriend needs me.” She left her hostel to find him.
Big mistake.
As Nameless walked her back, a GSU truck pulled up and the officers thought he was one of the rioters. He froze. Panic mode activated. Then, like a scene from a movie, a matatu pulled up just in time. The GSU driver gave him a signal, like “Bro, if you want to live, get in that matatu.” And just like that, they escaped.
Looking back, Nameless jokes that Wahu was drama magnet. But clearly, she was his kind of drama.
They dated for close to eight years before tying the knot in 2005 — yeah, eight years, not seven like Wahu originally thought. “My whole life is a lie!” she joked online when the math finally math’d.
The wedding was small, heartfelt, and meaningful. Set on the shores of Lake Naivasha — a beautiful nod to one of their first camping trips together as students. But don’t get it twisted. Wahu was freaking out the whole week before. Nervous, anxious, worried everything would fall apart. But the day turned out perfect.
Then came marriage.
And real life.
The first two years were not a walk in Uhuru Park. Nameless and Wahu admit they were basically winging it. High expectations. Confusion. Misunderstandings. The works. But they talked through it, got counseling, and slowly started building something solid.
Along the way, they also had to deal with gossip blogs and the nonstop tabloid circus. False headlines. Rumors. Cheap shots. But instead of letting it tear them apart, they decided to let the drama pull them even closer.
Wahu once said, “We’ve come to understand that a lot of media is just chasing clicks. Being in the spotlight makes you a target. But we’re not letting anyone ruin what we’ve worked so hard for.”
And their biggest flex? Their daughters.
Tumiso, their firstborn, is the quiet thinker. Empathetic. Nature lover. Big on wildlife. Nyakio, on the other hand, is the mini boss lady. Super tidy, super charming, and runs the house like her name’s on the title deed.
This year, Nameless and Wahu marked 27 years since their love story began. That’s more than two decades of highs and lows, slaps and stage lights, babies and blog drama — all rolled into one messy, beautiful journey.
They even forgot their dating anniversary this past December. “Sema kuzeeka!” Wahu laughed. She’d spent the day on a 20km walk with her sister-in-law while Nameless was playing board games with the fam. Just regular stuff. No fireworks. No hashtags. And maybe that’s the secret — they’ve learned to keep it simple, keep it real, and keep choosing each other over and over again.
“Marriage yetu imekuwa adult buana!” Nameless joked on their 18th wedding anniversary. And it’s true. It’s grown. It’s matured. But it’s still full of jokes, music, random matatus, and a whole lot of love.
So, what’s the takeaway from all this?
Maybe love isn’t just about perfect timing or smooth roads. Sometimes love looks like showing up late for lunch but still holding hands 27 years later. Sometimes it means getting slapped for no reason and laughing about it two decades later. And sometimes it means choosing someone who brings a little chaos into your life… because somehow, they also bring the calm.
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