By Nimusiima
The All Black Party by Guinness at Golf Course Hotel that saw Nigerian superstar Wizkid leave the ever partying Ugandans unquenched was one heck of a show that will linger in people’s heads for a long while. It was a VIP show; so, it didn’t pull every Tom, Dick and Harry. However, every Tom, Dick and Harry in the entertainment arena in Uganda showed up; established and budding socialites, musicians, TV presenters, the ever-present yuppie class, a waddle of journalists, corporate souls, beautiful girls et al. Yes, especially beautiful girls that came in droves looking as elegant as never before. Dress code was tar black, but folks defied it and showed up in unrelated alien colors. I saw someone in yellow and I quickly thought, well, yellow is the new black, perhaps.
The revelers clad in their darkened attire, looking dapper and modish started sauntering in at around 7pm. The ballroom was later filled up in a split moment with folks quaffing down Guinness beers as though they were hired. Clearly, they had a bountiful of fun. It was a delightful night. Selfies were taken. Folks engaged in loud banter as the DJ kept them on their feet with wild mixes.
The emcee of the night, Flavia Tumusiime would later chip in with a joke or two, trying not to let the revelers wallow in boredom. The first performer of the evening was Navio who was later followed by Cindy. Jose Chameleone, later, jumped on stage amidst a roaring welcome from the audience who, a big chunk of them, eased themselves near the stage to drink on his musical fountain. However, faulty microphones cut his seemingly exhilarating performance short.
The mood was clearly set. People were on their feet dancing, eyes thrust to the stage, drinks nestled in their hands as they waited for the Nigeria lad to step on stage. It wasn’t long before Wizkid was called on the stage. He wildly jumped on stage. The whole ballroom literally held its breath as he cruised in and unwrapped his music catalogue with the popular Holla At Your Boy hit. The audience sang along, word by word; dancing and dubbing everyone in the arms’ length. They did so for the rest of his performance. And Wizkid never disappointed an ounce. He brought the house down. He teased the audience with his seductive dances and, here, girls (his ardent admirers) screamed themselves hoarse. He stepped off the stage, after an enchanting one-hour performance, and left the audience unquenched. Guinness was launching its bold new look.
