Undo

 For the lack of interest, tomorrow is cancelled...

                                               Ruby-kaizer chiefs 

It may not have blasted Kampala radio waves yet, held in the northern fold thumbing, thrusting off many systems (radios) in many households and night hangout places. But Luo music is hot stuff.

It has created many 'superstars'. Forged a new generation of bling, style, badass, and cool. Even with the intrusion of outside music (music hitting radio waves in Kampala), the creation of a hip-hop, luo-pop, gulu-pop class has taken music to a twist of popdom.

So that when the music starts. Bobi wine stands along with Otim Bosmic, DJ Laguna, Lumix, Twongweno boys, Smokie and as is with these lists you can't finish the names. It's a society on the rise, role-plays, wannabes, fakes and the real stuff all haggling out their tunes of pastiche.

The stars are visible on the streets, they own the streets. They could as well declare be a road of superstars. Bosmic sang that...the world changes, turns, and luck comes around...and everyone has a bite..." It's their turn to bite.

The stars wear some of the fanciest cloths, something you will not find in Gulu's boutiques, white sneaks are fav. Dog tags, baggy jeans, bulky T-shirts to swagger cool with their CDs in hand waving for the 'crowd'. They drive flashy coronas with shiny rims playing loud music elbows thrust out "Kabanlole" style.

Their music takes in a lot, talks loudly of a society suddenly observant of change leaving them for the better. There are the sad ballads, rather painful and burrowing into what is etched on many souls. Themes of 'war is over, no more suffering, peace is here' being overtaken by a free spirit chant about courting the woman of your heart.

 Then there are the obsequious songs, these we keep for the independence cerebrations. Having caught on with the fad in Kila, people just wanna pare (party) with themes of 'lets party the whole night'.  Its much more appealing healing music. In the dance halls, the excitement is eminent. You feel it ebbing into the crowd like a controlled breeze, who can't help singing along.

A projection of a different society now.  Leaving behind all ambivalence, a kind of post poignant abandonment of empty nestings, having tasted a new strange fruit of hope, embraced its taste, aroma and become addicted to the sweetness. The consequence of the radio era has hit hard. It's reminiscent of the radio scene of Kampala 93-95. Everyone suddenly is welcome to the 21st century.

You may want to ask how it all began, but then, its more incomplete to surmise it's a result of a far away ray of that happened to flash a second glance this way. It's unstoppable-where it is, it's headed for unfathomable straightness. No one wants to stop, there are no red lights on this street way, and no one is bothered.