If you missed out on the campus cruise last Saturday, then you will probably miss out on heaven too. Ok, I lie, but it’s in effort to remark that missing it is similar to missing a chance to go to heaven when you will actually come back to earth to tell the story. Well I did, and I will put you up to speed with the latest way to happen in Kampala by telling you what transpired at the boat cruise last Saturday.
I arrived at the port bell pier at 2:00pm, with several other revelers. All, with the anxiety of a high school kid on his first date, to experience the fun filled voyage to Mutoola beach in Mukono. Yes, from Luzira to Mukono on water, unbelievable huh?
The Mv Armani hang, tied on the port bell pier by a huge twine as revelers got on board the boat. We were ushered to the V.I.P because you see; the 30k we had paid made everyone a V.I.P and as soon as we lounged on the comfy couches in the spacious setting inside, colorless liquids of the highest intoxication levels started making their rounds around and if you have heard of the U.C.U jargon “make it nasty”, you know what I mean.
The girls, sneaking off to the rest rooms to change into those overly skimpy outfits, revealing everything apart from the real deal to send the men bulging in their loins and the eyes, well; they almost popped out at the sight of these girls. They had no parents around and no guardians or deterrence from these men with a ravenous hunger to rub and dub so armed with such knowledge and the fact that these girls would get zonked and let go of the feeling-sweet thing they were doing, they clapped their feet (yes not hands, feet) in anticipation of the ecstasy that would ensue later.
And surprisingly, there were many students from Mukono. Yes, the U.C.U girls and boys have discovered it first, probably citing that the beach in Mutoola might be a good place to shoot beach themed sex tapes. We don’t know, just saying so don’t stone us mweee!!!.
Anyway the MV Armani set sail at 4:00pm, with music blaring in the air, consequently distracting the peace of the birds that were seen flying off from nearby forests as the revelers also bellowed in ecstasy, some trying to sing loudly along the music that was being played by the DJ. The campusbees now zonked, dubbing as they held onto the restraining metal barricades and their heads hang loosely in the air, those girls. Their eyes glued to the sky as the dubbing had become so intense and the perverts you people are will want to add “arousing” to the whole equation, yes? feel free.
It was a blissful voyage as they took time off the crazy dancing road they were trudging to take selfies for facebook, (if you know what I mean) somewhere in the middle of Lake Victoria.
The Mv Armani docked at Mutoola beach at around 6:00pm and when they got off; an aroma from the grills gripped the revelers by the nose and whisked them to the barbeque point to get their tongues something to write home about. Pork, chicken and goat meat among many other snacks were being served at a very affordable price (price kamanyiiro applies to only loaded ones by the way).
As the loaded ones were biting on delicious steak, others were in the white sand, cuddling away while some weere playing games like football and volley ball with the girls.
When it dusked, a bon fire was lit where revelers gathered around the fire and later, they were joined by Navio who chatted and signed autographs for the fans. It was a one on one experience with his fans on that day and though he didn’t perform, coco fingers performance made up for everything as out of nowhere, he appeared and started performing to the zonked crowd.
He performed all his songs and he sent the revelers on a trip of ecstasy that lasted the whole night, teaching them his energetic dance strokes as some fell at the attempt. It was a funny view, very funny indeed as men jumped up high in the air only to plunge after losing control while in the air.
They then danced to the music the DJ was playing as some disappeared to the nearest dark spots to do those “things”, you know what they call bad manners. It all happened till 11:00pm when the boat came back to pick them and the events security personnel , the celebrated Dixon Bond Okello was doing his thing perfectly again as after ensuring the security was tight, he went on to make a head count to make sure everyone was back on board again and carried the zonked ones on board, a security guru he is that lad.
Another fun filled session arose on the way back as the same madness happened except this time, it was aggravated with the high levels or zonk on the revelers heads till the MV Armani docked at the Port bell pier again and Dixon Okello ushered the excited revelers staggeringly off the boat to end a night that went down in history. They had too much fun for the 30k they paid and if you missed this one, be sure to catch the next one next month at around this time.