Cricketers breathe life into Namibia party
Dec 16, 2007
THE invitation was late, but the national cricket team did not let down the Ugandan community in Namibia.<br>At the party that was hosted at the Town Ville in Windhoek, the Ugandan community led by their chairman Gabriel Kalungi and treasurer Solome Mabirizi, had a party to remember, forgetting the
By Norman Katende in Windhoek
THE invitation was late, but the national cricket team did not let down the Ugandan community in Namibia.
At the party that was hosted at the Town Ville in Windhoek, the Ugandan community led by their chairman Gabriel Kalungi and treasurer Solome Mabirizi, had a party to remember, forgetting the dismal performance at the Cricket Oval.
Dr. Andrew Muwonge, a former leader of the association who has fond memories of Makerere with national coach Sam Walusimbi in the mid 1970s, cracked the crowd up with his jokes before the party started.
A blend of edibles ranging from Namibian traditional foods to Ugandan dishes and the Taffel and Windhoek, which taste like our own Nile Special and Castle lagers kept the cricket fraternity busy.
And when the dancing began, you would have been forgiven for thinking Ugandans had been brainwashed.
They ignored local songs by Mesach Ssemakula, Bobi Wine, Ragga Dee, only managing to snap their fingers and nod their tired heads, yet they did not need prompting when Mafikizolo’s Ndihamba Nawe, was played.
They hit the floor like possessed souls as they did the shuffle. By the time the curtain call was made, they were too tired to move.
THE invitation was late, but the national cricket team did not let down the Ugandan community in Namibia.
At the party that was hosted at the Town Ville in Windhoek, the Ugandan community led by their chairman Gabriel Kalungi and treasurer Solome Mabirizi, had a party to remember, forgetting the dismal performance at the Cricket Oval.
Dr. Andrew Muwonge, a former leader of the association who has fond memories of Makerere with national coach Sam Walusimbi in the mid 1970s, cracked the crowd up with his jokes before the party started.
A blend of edibles ranging from Namibian traditional foods to Ugandan dishes and the Taffel and Windhoek, which taste like our own Nile Special and Castle lagers kept the cricket fraternity busy.
And when the dancing began, you would have been forgiven for thinking Ugandans had been brainwashed.
They ignored local songs by Mesach Ssemakula, Bobi Wine, Ragga Dee, only managing to snap their fingers and nod their tired heads, yet they did not need prompting when Mafikizolo’s Ndihamba Nawe, was played.
They hit the floor like possessed souls as they did the shuffle. By the time the curtain call was made, they were too tired to move.