Part of my working description is talking with
celebrities, attending exotic parties called exhibitions and theme nights. Now,
as a journalist, such privileges get many girls turning my way. They believe I
have the magic to fulfill their dream of being a Bebe Cool video Vixen. Thus,
like Liverpool, Andrew never walks alone…..at night.
During the street jam, all my journalism gems came
into play. I pulled a number of strings, calls and just like that, I was
backstage.
In fact, as Samson Baraga was sweeping the place
with a camera, I was backstage in my own, “Me time” and enjoying all the action
in 3D.
There were a number of Ugandan artistes suckling all
sorts of staff that produced white smoke and since Mr. Vegas was in our
proximity, Jamaican slangs and lingual came in a high gear. In fact, I also
used the word bomboclat a number of
times ...just to fit in.
Then Mr. Vegas came, since I had met him earlier at
the Serena based NTV, some of his crew members easily recognized me especially
the female dancer, “hey you,” she said, plus other sentences I didn’t and will
never understand. I think she was greeting me again.
I reached out to Mr. Vegas and shook his rather soft
hands, he too said some staff (which I obviously didn’t understand) I nodded
once in approval then disagreed at the same time.
When I reached for my camera to take pictures with
them, the mean guys they came with objected and thus denying my facebook page
one hell of a profile picture with Mr. Vegas’ blessed dancer.
However, as I was still enjoying my language barrier
moments with the heads high singer
and his crew, one overly passionate upcoming artiste walked to the crew and
blurted out some of our Kampala made Jamaican slangs. Mr. Vegas turned to his
Ugandan entourage for interpretations, they were chasing blanks and the
inspired artiste couldn’t stop talking.
When the sassy dancer turned to me for help, I
laughed and argued the artiste was indeed a city comedian. I walked away
unceremoniously to avoid further interpretation embarrassments.
For a moment, the incident got me thinking of all
our Jamaican inspired music, if Mr. Vegas and his crew from Kingston couldn’t
understand it, then who does?
It reminded me of another incident when Jamaican
Demarco and Wayne Wonder were in town, during a press conference, a renown
dancehall artist tried to pose questions using our Kisenyi coded Jamaican
slangs, Demarco kept pardoning and asking for the meaning of what this dude was
saying. By the time he was done with his question, the Uga-Jamaican had turned
English.
Now with the recent one at the Vegas do, I highly
doubt if these boys understand what they even say is those bu songs of theirs,
I hear “dema kankana when dey ma see mi,” umm.
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