And there we were, neatly clad in our traditional tunics and gomasi, embarking on our itinerary off to Kawempe. The longed day of merry-make , fun, flare, color and pomp had finally arrived.
Our very own Sharif Kiberu was finally going to explore the un-chattered waters of marriage. A life step never for the faint-hearted. Shakes, like he likes to be called, was at it again; leaping over bounds to defy odds and surprisingly set pace for his cronies.
Seated in our tents, we murmured silently reflecting upon the challenge put before us. Like we always do when opportunity avails, we reminisced about our high school moments casually laughing our heads off.
Not so long, the bride and company made their way to the podium dancing to some beautiful local love melodies. She stood out like a diamond chip in remnants of shattered glass. Her bright sparkling eyes stunned the heavy clouds. Her skin, like a goddess.
We chanted, ululated and sang our voices hoarse. We clapped our hands hot and wriggled our waists stiff. It felt like a movie, like a dream come true.
We were treated to a VIP buffet, an assortment of fruit cocktails, coffee, cake and chocolate bars.
The groom would soon open the dance floor to cap the frenzy occasion. And if the dance moves were anything to go by, you could clearly see potential unlocked. The vigor he used to applaud his entourage and visitors clearly showed a man ready to live up to the task.
Surely one of the best functions of its era. Proverbs 18:22 says, “He who finds a wife finds good and obtains favor from the Lord. Cong’s CEO