There once stood an epicentre of pomp, of spoilt brats, sons and daughters of men who have/ had such much money you’d believe they owned a medium sized money minting machine. Ladies and gentlemen I present, FLOPIA! Well, no doubt Olympia is classy… it is so classy that I imagine fresh milk is what flushes though the toilets. And the toilet seats are encrusted with gold dust from Brazil.
Well since socialites and class are daughters of the same hoe, Olympia chaps under DON events decided to throw a party like all socialites do when they want to throw an economic tantrum. The Olympiads branded their party “Selfie Party”, yes selfie party! Selfie is an in thing, so selfie it was. A selfie apparently is a pic one takes of oneself. A selfie party therefore would be a party one organises and attends oneself.
Well, cards were printed, banners erected, adverts run, a date set in preparation of what was slated to be the biggest event the campus fraternity has ever had. It is true what they say, “Man makes plans and God laughs.”The poolside party was supposed to be a red carpet affair with loads of wines, spirits, Ciroc Vodka, fine women, hip men. In short it was meant to give Zari, Judith Heard and any such older socialites a run for their money. Pomp, splendour and grandeur were supposed to be the definitive terms of the Selfie. All was well, positivity was on point, MCs, stewards, ushers and camera men were secured. All was well till the D-day.
Trust Olympiads to disappoint. It is categorically said that only friends to the organisers who’d been given free tickets showed up.
150 Guests had apparently ‘promised’ to attend. That at least was the misrepresentation given to service providers; with tickets at 9dollars per head ( about 33k/-) and 199$ VIP, a cool 270k. In total about 30 people showed up, including the organisers, and stewards.
The 7pm red carpet affair was still only filled with a bunch of yawning ushers at about 10pm and the signs of a flop were evident. The event was such an embarrassing flop that Chris Martin, king of flops must have laughed his head off. It was such a flop that neighbourhood rats, decided to sleep hungry in a way of voicing their sympathies to the depressed organising committee. It was so deserted like it was organised by the next of kin of Kayihura or Ddumba.
Blame the organisers if you may, but word from sources within Olympia intimate that people are tired of cheap publicity stunts of pouring Ciroc Vodka into the swimming pool. What point are you trying to drive home? While most residents cast pitiful glances at the Selfie flop war lords, others looked on greedily, and enviably, like a rat peeping at food in a soda bottle!
And Olympia girls, 160,000,000 has got 7 zeros not six. You can’t afford to be slow and snobbish, that’s a terrible combination. Anyway…There’s always another chance of redemption!
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