It's Monday, 18th December at 20:50 and I am at The Zone in Rosebank.
After sitting and chatting with Siya Ngwekazi (Street Journal) for more than two hours, all I wanna do is to get home and crawl into my warm bed coz that boy just messed up my mind, big time!! You will find out all about that in the interview that will be published to kick off 2007...
Anyway, so I'm walking towards
Primi Piatti and I notice there's a guy who's staring at me, ignoring the two gals that are standing with him. I'm thinking,
"Damn! How rude, but I guess it means I'm hott". So before I could shake my booty any further, he stops me and I'm thinking
"he looks familiar, oh yes! I met him at Guffy's launch. He's Lebo Gunguluza and he owns Primi".
He greets and asks me where I'm going and when I tell him I'm going home, he and the gals, protest that I can't go home at 21:00 so before I could say anything, I am being whisked into the venue and I notice the place is dimly lit. Mmh, interesting!
Ok, I am offered a yummy looking cocktail but I opt for sparkling water coz I don't know what the hell is going on here and I ain't drinking anything till I know what the deal is. They bring my water and after opening the bottle, the waitress informs me that it’s a cash bar.
“Oh! So that’s what he was checking out; whether I looked like I could afford a drink at his bar or not.”
There are two DJ's, Channel O mutely playing on the big screen and there are lots of women in the venue and about 6 guys in total
(one is a camera man) but then I noticed two gals on the stage, wearing sexy lingerie and one is holding a microphone and talking loudly. There are cheers and laughter so I quickly ask the waitress what is going on and she tells me it's a lingerie party but she zipped off before I could ask where the lingerie is. Doesn’t that mean they sell lingerie?
For some reason, the gal holding the mic looks familiar, even though she's wearing a wig. Her voice sounds familiar too and I look through my glasses, take them off and on again. S’true’s bob! It’s
Doobsie from
Muvhango,
Khabonina Qubeka to be exact.
She’s wearing some ultra-micro-mini-hot pants with fishnet stockings and I’m thinking
“Oh dear, she looks very sexy, even Edward Mukwevho would wake up from the dead but did she forget she's a Muvhango actress? The same soapie that fired Khanyi for being a social butterfly? At least Khanyi never dressed like that in public. Does Duma Ndlovu know about this? Should I take pictures? Can I write about this?”
All these thoughts come rushing through my mind in a matter of seconds and I decide to look around just in case I spot another familiar face from Muvhango...you won’t believe my luck; there was
Thandaza, (Sindi Dlathu).
She is sitting down so I’m not able to work out whether she adhered to the “Khabo” dress code.
“Nah, from what I can see, she looks decent”.
The laughter and the loud cheers were because the gals are discussing girlie issues. The mic is moved around the room for anyone who has a comment, question, answer or new topic for discussion. It’s all about woman power up in this piece.
There are questions ranging from
“Is it wrong to approach a guy and tell him you like him?” to
“Is it wrong to date a younger man?” and the answers are all about
“Go for it sistah, you only live once”, “
if you only wanna shag, tell him you only wanna shag and he won’t run off” and
“like Mandoza said, uzoyithola kanjani uhlel’ ekhoneni?”
Ja, no, these women are hot! Not being one to sit quietly in a corner, I find myself holding the mic and saying something to add to the madness.
A few minutes later Justin Timberlake’s “
My Love” is playing and I’m discussing him with two gals, whose names I don’t remember.
We are later exchanging ringtones and what not so one half of the semi naked team comes to us, introduces herself as
Thuli and tells us that she is happy to see us exchanging numbers coz that’s what she and Khabo aimed to achieve, women coming together etc etc.
I’m thinking, wow, not a bad idea!!
I then saw
Thenjiwe, remember
Khaphela’s wife in Generations? She was there baba, and proudly telling us that
“Before a man enters (the kingdom) he has to caress every inch of my fine body and every fat, every cellulite ridden part of it”.
Now, that brought the house down... what would Khaphela think of this? She's big and she's proud of it. Beaautiful too...
I had fun for the hour that I spent there but when my new found buddies tried shoving me to one guy who was obviously ‘
isishumane” by profession, I figured it was time to bounce so I cooked up some story and dashed out. After I paid for my drink, that is.
Jozi city lights are way too bright for me...and to think I was only walking home, minding my own business and then bona they decided to call me, umamgobozi? You must never!!!!