In the past two years, a hell of noise has been made about Halloween parties. Halloween had firmly established itself onto the social calendar
In the past two years, a hell of noise has been made about Halloween parties. Halloween had firmly established itself onto the social calendar. However, this year, there was no fuss about it especially during the run upto the D-day. Unlike other Halloweens this time I received only two invites.
Anyway, I made it to The Venue just in time and received my welcome drink courtesy of sponsors Club Beer. The bar was decorated with white pieces of cotton wool to create an image of spooky spiderwebs and the barmen wore masks. A number of Halloween party animals started flocking in. I noticed one thing, whoever was in the mood of wearing the mask had to first enter the loos and then come back â€˜cladâ€™ in a Halloween attire.
Those who did not manage to buy masks painted their faces. They indeed looked like witches.
Shortly before 9:00pm, Dennis Mawanda of Radio Two let the show begin. The only act of the night was a performance from the Obsessions.
Then it was time for those who thought they had outdone themselves in designing masks and dresses.
The patrons were the voters. None of them had anything I would describe as impressive. Anyway, the winner walked off with a brand new fully connected mobile phone from Mango while others got coupons for dinner and T-shirts.
Singer Jose Chameleon fresh from London is the only popular musician I saw with a mask.
It was time to check out Alâ€™s Bar in the red district of Kansanga where another Halloween party was unfolding. I had been informed that the party starts at 11.00pm and by the time I arrived, the roadside car park was full to capacity. Since it was an arrangement between Beat FM and Alâ€™s Bar, the radioâ€™s programmes manager DJ Joel Isabirye was the one â€˜scratchingâ€™ the discs.
At exactly 1.00am, kanyamas (muscle-flaunting men) arrived through the entrance carrying a wooden brown coffin. A number of â€˜witchesâ€™ accompanied them as Beat FM CEO Raj captured every moment on a camcorder. They placed their coffin on the top of the table in the middle of the bar.
The â€˜witchesâ€™ seductively danced nearby. And a man dressed in black â€˜robesâ€™ emerged from the dismantled coffin. He was introduced as Dr Beat. He made some acrobatic turns as he moved from table to table scaring away the patrons.
It was like a scene in a horror movie. Thank God there were no children in the audience Eventually, it was time to make way out of Alâ€™s Bar.
Halloween takes on new meaning