They fell in and out of love constantly, the same way every restaurant in town was flooded with a sea of beautifully selected red and black attires
By Solomon Muleyi
February 14th was here, last week on a Friday and again, Ugandans went crazy. They fell in and out of love constantly, the same way every restaurant in town was flooded with a sea of beautifully selected red and black attires because it was the proverbial dress theme for Valentine.
But the one theme that Kampala’s lovers were hooting and whistling about all over social media was Honey lamb at MacKinnon suites so that is where I was too.
By 7:30 pm, revelers had started strolling in, carefully, they trudged the red carpet like they were entering heaven, like looking like the best love birds would be the ticket to heaven.
A revelers helping his date to a seat . Picture by Nicholas Oneal
Their ladies hands nestled around their arms, matching like it were a wedding through the aisle of ushers on the entrance and into the spacious diner where the night’s events would ensue.
The stage was in the middle of the diner to enable those sited upstairs have a good view of whatever was happening. Every couple was handed a bottle of wine at entrance and this helped the revelers plunge deeper in the night’s promises.
Shortly after dinner was served, Fille walked onto stage to do a few of those songs. I use the word “those” because the songs were known, well, to only her and the producers. And the crowd also looked on, in pity, like she was a lost lamb till she did P Squares personally.
Maybe they screamed, maybe, but I didn’t hear, yes, I didn’t so let’s flip this page to when Jackie performed “Agassi”.
She can jump that girl. And she can sing. She can jump, sing and dance at the same time and she won’t pant or drop a sweat after it all. That is why the crowd was awe struck, their eyes glued to the stage, like they had forgotten that she made headlines in the Kampala sun newspaper over stealing a man.
A couple drenched in valentine bliss.Picture by Nicholas Oneal
So whether she was there with a stolen man, or a borrowed man for that matter didn’t seem to bother the crowd for it was her business, the crowd seemed to say, as they nodded, waved and stomped leisurely at her music.
She also did Gold digger. A song about digging gold, literally translated as “de-toothing”, or to articulate, the act where ladies ask for a lot of money from men they don’t like or love.
Extortion really? Talking about women extorting men on Valentine’s Day wasn’t a nice feat. But the crowd loved it anyway and just when they thought they’d had the best performance, Jamal plucked a high note on his vocal guitar and continued onto stage amid crazy ululations.
The women wanted him to be their valentine, they almost (some completely) forgot they had men around them when they set to the stage to cheer and touch him with love, with valentine love, I presumed.
He sung ‘Abakyala bazira’, ‘Anakwagala anavawa’, and then left the stage for Fille to make redemption.
She came back, this time dressed in a white dress that hugged her body to detail. She did “where have you been at” to send the crowd into a thunderous ululation. Like it wasn’t the girl they muted on a few hours earlier.
She commanded the crowd all through her songs, as they waved, attempted to dance but the zonk wouldn’t let them and to climax the night, she was joined by Vampiino to do her current hit “good loving”.
It became the point they were waiting for and just after the performance, the crowd proceeded home, with romantic intentions screaming out of their facial expressions at mid night.
A couple sharing a meal. Picture by Nicholas Oneal
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