Am clearly not an events person but I have got this things for themes. The first time I heard of the Kabaka birthday run it just cut deep, don’t get it twisted you can never get me out of bed on a sunday morning inviting me for a marathon clearly not my kinda thing but I
have will always have this love for the Kabaka I don’t even think I care whether the money collected is directed to the right cause or it is given to the king’s subject to feast, for me any excuse to celebrate him I will be honored to be apart of it. Kampala is the place to be, there is always an event for everyone, now some day time robbers some Ugandan genius came up with the theme cake and ice cream festival. The organizers of the festival would effortlessly get 5 4 Half star (I reserve my other half for one minor detail they deliberately fooled us about) they knew who their target market group was and they did just that .Good music , particularly because for the first time I refer to good music when am not referring to the band or country but to DJs mixing it right( the things we keep on discovering about ourselves ),good cowards, and most importantly alot of ice cream and cake ,10:00pm end of event for the first time an event ended and my feet was still moving to the beat now this was very impressive .
The event made mother’s day special ,so much love,laughter,heart so full and so much to take back home. Never knew I would pick so much reality from kids. Between 1pm to 5 pm it was about the kids dancing and doing their thing, when I saw these kids up there on the stage (please mark non of this kids where prepared for these performances) my eyes moved from small to
big widest and I must have lost my voice on sunday. More often than not I wanted to meet these kids parents because their moves told gazillion truths. At a point I also dropped a tear (Upto now am still trying to explain this to myself)
The babies danced in groups and the size would keep on reducing because they kept on being called off stage until we had these three boys that had to battle to win.Two were clearly uptown boys even their moves weren’t from “our very own artists”one was shabby and quite adorable and from Agan the other I didn’t quite get the school,my favorite was the third one who was from Kamwokya wearing an oversized shirt which I wouldn’t tell whether it was just dirty or old and a green short .By the look of things I think he had begged his way into the festival because he didn’t have a wristband to show that he had paid. The Good news was he made it on stage and the rest was history . The first time I saw him I didn’t even think he would dance and since he had an oversized shirt I almost didn’t give him a chance thankfully I wasn’t the MC ,I was am only among the millions in the audience. To my dis may the Kamwokya boy’s dance moves took the audience go to places .Me and a thousand others fell in love with this boy’s moves and for a moment we forgot about the other two.
What did we did we expected?its public knowledge that the boys from the ghetto always get their moves right .It was such a relief to know that the Kamwokya boy goes to school, he shared with us the name of his school but I cant remember the name though . The audience was wowed and people flocked the stage to tip the baby boy and he successfully got away with 150000 something UGX .While they were still counting his money on stage He kept on calling the MC softly “Uncle uncle uncle”” let me thank the people ”And when the MC handed him the microphone He knelt down and thanked the audiences and prayed to the almighty to continue to blessing the audience in Luganda. That continued to cut deeper .The winners were first given pizza and when the Kamwokya boy was handed pizza he said “I don’t eat pizza I eat chips and chicken” this almost killed people in the audience. The MC asked him”We are going to give you a lot of ice cream and cake what are you going to do with so much cake and ice cream? He continued to ask “wont it get spoil t ?”The boy replied with excitement “i will eat it with my brothers and sisters.” The MC continued but “i can talk to the people in the audience to solicit a fridge for you”The Kamokya boy replied “Oh noooooooo they have already done aloooooot for me and so grateful already .
Such is life at a point we end up at the same jobs,same stage,battling for the same opportunity and it doesn’t matter what your past was or what route you used to get there. The only role your past has in your future is what it molded you to became. The things that cut deep are the things that show that we are humble, compassionate,kind and well raised and they have nothing to do with how much money we have,the jobs that we do and the cars we drive.We tell a lot of stories through our actions, make sure your story is a good one. You don’t have to have it all for your heart to be full we should thrive to be at peace with what we have and live our life like the privilege it is. Being at peace and content with who you are will always and forever be an attractive trait so Live through your failures,mistakes,your bads today because it will be your story tomorrow. Confidence is an attire always wear it and accessorize it with courage the Kamwokya boy had an option of admiring others from afar but he braved his way to the stage (God knows how much i love confident people )
Away from the kamwokya. Ramadthan is at the door and because it is special I pray to the almighty to bless me with the honor of making this my best Ramadthan ever inshallah.