It pelts on a high tempo, like it was high on a green herb, the song. It is flawless. It is unblemished and the beat is right. Especially the beat. Something Bobi Wine has mastered over years. The beats salvage his songs. Much as his songs might seemingly sound the same, but whose songs don’t sound the same? The self-styled Ghetto President has been muted lately, standing in the silhouettes and seeing his bitter nemesis registering a successful concert in Serena Hotel, something he might have swallowed hard on, even smoked blunts on. But then again, his Busabala Fest is in few months. He might use it to bark back. But regardless of the inane feud between the two grownups, family men too, Byekwaso is a good song.
It carries with it a message a Ghetto President might want to address to his people. And he does it right. In the song, he sounds like a paranoid man who has a message to deliver. Paranoid at life issues. Deranged at the way people live. Weary of impoverished state of living. And bitter with a catalogue of issues. Issues he rightly addresses against an upbeat instrumentation. He does it right, Bobi Wine. Byekwaso is not only a song that reeks of take-home messages (many of them), it is a club banger, too. It can turn heads. It surely does. Nonsensical music purists, like Kato Lubwama, might doubt the “Gladiator’s” prowess, but the Fire Base honcho, surely, does have something up his sleeves. He could be quiet, yes, but then again, who doesn’t need to hibernate? And I want to think Kato Lubwama, with his rabid tongue, was pulling off a comic prank on Bobi Wine. If not, then the big-eyed funnyman should have a life. Or listen to Byekwaso, who knows, he might swallow a humble pie!
Reviewed by Nimusiima