There’s a dance fest coming to Kampala in the near future. It’s called Passa Passa and a beer company has seen it fit to stimulate local talent in this way as their CSR contribution. Groups of two to four will compete for a professional dance contract, whatever that means. From what I gather, the excitement has been building regarding this latest fad.
Kampala, nay, Uganda is a place where any new thing goes. We are always looking for a new thrill. Even if we don’t understand it, we want to be there when something dawns. That way, we can sit on the barstools and tell all and sundry that, “Yeah, I was there with Timothy (I tried to find info on the web on this individual for those that don’t know him but this is the best I could come up with. I have to earn my family’s bread, alo!) when Passa Passa was launched in Kampala. Warrabout!”
And the publicity for this particular one is the evilest and the most attractive. The other day I saw an article in the press about the reasons we should shun Passa Passa. It went along the lines that since it is a dirty street dance where people are in various stages of undress depending on the position of the hands of the clock, all sane people should run away from it.
I am thinking to myself, “Hey, Myself, can you believe this?” I mean, CNN, Sky and Al Jazeera have used this trick since…since I don’t know when; if you want the number of your viewers to go through the roof, have your anchors look into the camera and gravely warn the viewers that the next news item after the break can only be handled by those with sturdy stomachs and hearts so all you wimps, vamoose. Nothing whets our voyeuristic appetites like the promise of scandal.
So of course I went online to find out all about this evil dance. Now, thanks to you guys on the other side, I have one more dirty spot on my white conscience.