My first time at a kivulu

Last Friday was my first time on at a local concert and to be honest, a couple of things I saw made my face go, like really? Ooops! Whaaaaaaat? Oh my God! Hmmmm…

 I set foot in Africana at about 8:00pm and most of what I saw was teenagers. I wondered whether we still had any “my father’s generation” parents. Whether this is a good or bad thing is a discussion we shall have another time. Having grown up in a home where the rules were clear, no one under 20 years of age stays out till dark, I was in utter shock. Wondering how, what and why these children were out till midnight without parents or guardians and worst dressed in a way that you would be least pleased to see your child. But then again, I thought to myself, may be the rules have changed.

The place I was entitled to sit was in the prestigious VIP space. Well, it was the best place to see whatever was happening on stage; however, it was also close to the back stage which was not actually behind the stage but adjacent of the stage. Here I noted that many artists religiously subscribe to performance enhancing stuff*. Since my seat was close to the back stage, at one time I wasn’t sure of the air I was breathing; I kept asking my colleagues what they were cooking behind the stage because I could see a cloud of smoke. The smell anyway, reminded me of those Kamwokya things, tobimanyi?

The show was curtain raised by mostly lads and lasses, who by my scale many should be home clearing their holiday work. But hail the phrase, “young talent” there they were promoting it.

Speaking of young talent, I noted with concern that some people’s talent has refused to see a new phase despite age not taking slow on them. Gift of Kado is among those whose music growth has refused to correspond with their age. I must confess, until now I can’t believe that the person I saw was him. He doesn’t look close to the Gift of Kado in the traffic man officer video. I hate to say but he is emaciated.

The show was a reminisce as I couldn’t help but remember the good ole days that had Red Barton do his rhymes and of cause sing his popular  ‘sijja kuva kampala’. I thought to myself man; tojja kuva Kampala kubanga Musisi still wants you around so tewefuula wakabi. He looked smart by the way.

Behold a half naked Sarah Zawedde! For a moment I thought the MCs were high on the later stuff when they talked about her performing but Heavens! It was real as she came clad in a yellow skimpy dress. I was too traumatized that I can’t remember which song she sang one thing is for sure, she had some two girls on stage dancing like indeed whatever it is they took before coming to stage had taken them to greater heights.

There came Ragga Dee who sang his ‘Parliament yange’ song. He was old as always, living up to Museveni’s no change dream. Bobi sang too and I must confess I am Bobi Wine fan so I couldn’t help but sing along while he sang his ‘size yo’.

And Kaboom! My eyes were treated to a disgustingly dressed Fille. I have always wondered whether she thinks before dressing up. No wonder RP gave a share of their service. Who wears leggings and a spag top when not going to the gym? She showcased her entire ‘W’. This woman’s style is so needy it is past wanting.

As I was still nursing that part of shock, Irene Ntale came in with her synthetic buttocks. These buttocks extensions should be heavily taxed so that not everyone can afford them. I have seen this lady before without a forged butt and she looked okay but Heaven knows which devil led her into this deed. First the fake butts were won so wrongly that she looked like she had placed oranges in her hips. So here is someone with fake nails, fake eye lashes, and hair extensions. Eh! Kiki naye?

Chameleone performed so did Aziz Azion and the rest that I have forgotten.

The real part of the show was of Radio and Weasel performing, nothing truly special I can say about their performance. I thought it was the usual I watch on Login with Raaabin Kisti. They love to jump around left right and center. They did so indeed. Given a semi- circle stage I kept worrying that they would miss a step. 

 They wore kilts and given that Ugandan men don’t wear kilts, the hetero sexual may raise concerns, kasita for us reading this are way aware that Scottish men wear those things.

Of course given that it was a night out door event, I would imagine it is okay for the ladies to cover up a little. But I was so wrong. Children of God have so much to show off.

I spent most of my evening looking around, being shocked that I forgot that my main business was to watch and enjoy the show. It was an eye opener, when next I go, I will surely mind my business.