Everybody
wants to celebrate and party. In the old world order, Friday and Saturday
nights were the designated party nights until somebody got the idea of having
parties on the eve of any public holiday. When that was not enough, we went “heck,
let every night be a party night” that today – at least in Uganda, every night
is party night or a reason to celebrate.
Still in the
old world order, we used to party or celebrate because there was a valid reason
for it. As a nation, we had every right to celebrate and party when we attained
independence in 1962. The athlete John Akii-Bua also had every right to
celebrate when he took the gold medal at the Olympic Games as did the boxer,
Ayub Kalule with a gold medal in the Commonwealth Games. If not, Parent would
throw Tot a birthday party but, once they were three-years-old, they were
deemed to be too old for them. Other parties that were thrown were for something
as significant as a jubilee wedding anniversary.
As much as I
like to party, there is a need to go back to the drawing board with the Party Definition
Committee to define what constitutes a need to celebrate or a party being
thrown because today, it has gotten all out of hand.
Any excuse
for a party then a party it is. Going abroad for the first time? Throw a party.
When Tot shows its first set of teeth, Parent throws a party. Circumcising Tot?
Throw a party. Tot leaving child care to join kindergarten, throw a party.
Getting that new Samsung S6 Curve phone? Throw a party. A place at Makerere?
Again, throw a party. Getting Boyfie? Throw a party. Getting laid? For sure throw
a party!
And then
there are the people – usually white folk, who throw parties and celebrate for bizarre
reasons. White Folk throw parties because it’s Full Moon Night, World
Population Day, Sanitation Day, Plant-a-Tree Day, World DVD Day. A few years
ago, I was invited to a party – World Footpath Day and White Folk threw a party
because he had paved the footpath from the main road to his house.
Okay, so I
made up World Footpath Day, but, the rest do exist as do World Mining Day,
World Peace Day, Cancer Day, even Water Day and of course Valentine’s Day.
Early this
week, an e-mail from the editorial desk at Sunday
Vision popped up telling me that today has something to do with World Twins
Days or something to that effect and could my column be based around that?
“No!” was my intended response but I don’t think the boss - Dr. Wendo would
have been amused.
What’s wrong
with the world? People throw parties for trees and sanitation so now twins, triplets
and quads also feel they need a party? I am sorry, but this calls for a rant
because so what they were born twins or triplets? And throwing parties for trees,
sanitation, mining or whatever will have the men in white coats at the doorstep.
So what next
- World Prostitution Day, World Psychopaths Day, World Susu Day, World Siamese
Day? Like I said at the start, I do like to party, but within reason. And while
I am not a twin, even if I had been invited to the twins’ party today at Hotel
International in Muyenga, I wouldn’t normally have gone.
But today I
have made an exception because the thought of spending the day gawping at them
and trying to guess which one is the psychopath, do they loath each other, have
they ever said – “Hey that person looks just like me - they are even wearing
the same clothes,” justifies a reason to party.
Well I think
it does – until the man from Butabika comes and knocks some sense into me.
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