A man of urban legend said to have stalked and harrassed young men in the area around St Helens in Merseyside. He reportedly approched youths at gymns and rugby clubs and asked to feel their muscles. Other myths about purple aki includine him carving his initials into their buttocks and playing naughts and crosses on them with a knife.
A man called Akinwale Arobieke, was imprisoned in Liverpool in 2003, he was said to be the real Purple Aki.
More info is available on the net if you look.
A man called Akinwale Arobieke, was imprisoned in Liverpool in 2003, he was said to be the real Purple Aki.
More info is available on the net if you look.
by Rachel June 19, 2006

by Fluffdog is purple aki December 28, 2021

DJ PURPLE AKI
(proper noun)
The absolute menace of Punjabi wedding receptions. Instead of “hands in the air,” man screams: “Boys’ side only, trousers down to your knees — QUAD FLEX FOR THE GROOM!”
So the lads pile onto the dancefloor, pants round ankles, hitting front quads and side chests while the auntiyan clap like it’s the Olympia. Uncles are spilling whisky mid-lat spread, and Nanaji’s trying a vacuum pose with his turban sliding off but then faints due to lack of oxygen. Then disaster — Choda’s cock slips clean out mid-flex. Instead of covering up, he commits: launches into a full helicopter, spinning it in time with the beat.
Dholi Harps doesn’t miss a step — he leans in with the dhol, and Choda slaps his meat right onto the drum skin, each thwack syncing with the rhythm. The hall goes feral. Auntiyan screaming, kids crying, uncles shouting “balle balle!” while filming on Snapchat. Groom’s crying tears of pride as his cousin’s cock provides live percussion.
By the end, shirts are ripped, suits ruined, gulab jamun untouched, and the reception video looks like Mr Olympia meets Brazzers: Southall Edition.
(proper noun)
The absolute menace of Punjabi wedding receptions. Instead of “hands in the air,” man screams: “Boys’ side only, trousers down to your knees — QUAD FLEX FOR THE GROOM!”
So the lads pile onto the dancefloor, pants round ankles, hitting front quads and side chests while the auntiyan clap like it’s the Olympia. Uncles are spilling whisky mid-lat spread, and Nanaji’s trying a vacuum pose with his turban sliding off but then faints due to lack of oxygen. Then disaster — Choda’s cock slips clean out mid-flex. Instead of covering up, he commits: launches into a full helicopter, spinning it in time with the beat.
Dholi Harps doesn’t miss a step — he leans in with the dhol, and Choda slaps his meat right onto the drum skin, each thwack syncing with the rhythm. The hall goes feral. Auntiyan screaming, kids crying, uncles shouting “balle balle!” while filming on Snapchat. Groom’s crying tears of pride as his cousin’s cock provides live percussion.
By the end, shirts are ripped, suits ruined, gulab jamun untouched, and the reception video looks like Mr Olympia meets Brazzers: Southall Edition.
Example in a sentence:
“Bruv, my cousin’s wedding was peak. DJ PURPLE AKI made everyone flex for the groom, then Choda’s cock popped out and he slapped it on Dholi Harps’ drum. Auntiyan fainted, groom was buzzing.”
“Bruv, my cousin’s wedding was peak. DJ PURPLE AKI made everyone flex for the groom, then Choda’s cock popped out and he slapped it on Dholi Harps’ drum. Auntiyan fainted, groom was buzzing.”
by BikBoiCoq August 27, 2025
