WBS Jam Agenda presenter, Kazoora (below) had a nightmare at the pageant. In a bid to steal the show, Kazoora missed a step and fell on the catwalk!
“Kazoora you are no longer fit. You are now fat go to the gym,” the girls shouted, before singing the nursery rhyme, humpty-dumpty. If his weight failed him, his wit bailed him out.
He soon struck a right code with the crowd, especially the babes. One babe, who got Kazoora’s mobile number, was all over herself she bragged about the feat to a friend, forgetting her boyfriend was eavesdropping. The jilted boyfriend did not take it lying down and flung a beer bottle at Kazoora in the process splashing liquor on his brown hired-for-the-night-suit from Lavie Boutique.
Meanwhile, WBS cameraman, Paul Shamba might be of small body build, but he will fight to the last man, especially when anyone messes with fellow employee and Showtime Magazine hostess, Cleopatra. After the pageant, Shamba and Co were headed for the exit, when highly intoxicated and randy students, lewdly grabbed Cleopatra’s boobies. Not content, they also groped her butt and simulated an oral sexual act on her. They even dared Shamba to stop them as the frightened Cleo shivered like a weather beaten chicken. The lens man did not take it lying down. Incensed, he got hold of his gadgets, hit the lumpens as he created way for Cleo to the safety of the WBS TV navy blue Golf car.
Then there was the DMC car. Miss Kyambogo, Joanita Wangoole is perhaps the only beauty queen in history to head to a garage within hours of winning a prize car.
The monolithic Toyota Corolla II - UAB295H looked like it had been assembled by an amalgamation of jua kalis in down town Katwe. Though Miss Kyambogo organisers placed the vehicle’s tag at sh4m, scouts can reveal that the car was purchased from a special hire driver at the Kireka–Namugongo stage at sh1.5m.
When Dorothy Bukirwa (Right) of Nubian Queen fame walked in, she first had to deal with the mean looking Security 2000 askari’s who manned the gates at Lugogo Indoor Stadium.
Rolling her eyes with heavy coated lips, she cooed at the entrance, “I’m Dorothy Bukirwa of the Nubian Queen fame, and I have to perform.” To the askaris, it appeared she was speaking Gujarati. The Swahili speaking askaris never listened to her pleas and ordered her to pay 10K or leave. She never budged and tried to force her way in. The askaris retaliated by snapping, shoving and slapping her. Though she was belatedly identified by one of the organisers, the damage had already been done. Rather than sing, she sulked on stage. Poor girl!
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