The who is who of the celebville descended to the Gallagher Estate this past weekend to be rewarded for putting effort in their work. In true Saftas style, the event was nothing short of mediocre as media was treated like some Sunday School kids who always get chucked out during church service.
Your favourite celebrities were dressed to the nines, some committed fashion faux pas while some revealed their worn out thighs!
Saftas have always been a disaster and they are known for nothing more than a yawnfest. We never really understood the reasons why until yesterday - it’s so sad because we always believed in them as their cause if very good since our local artist do deserve to be rewarded with whatever accolades they have earned.
The event was glamorous from the place where the cameras were rolling. However, the media room which we were put in was cold, damp, boring and felt like a desert. Saftas people treated us like thieves!
We have gone to so many events in our blogging lives but never experienced such insults! We should stayed home with remote control in hand, drinks of our choice cold from the fridge and whatever comfort you can imagine from your house.
Being there felt like we were being done a favour and we don’t roll like at all, ever!
Eintlike, how do you put media people who give you publicity in a room with two small monitors without volume and expect them to give you good review after the show? Also, how do you reduce the media to the level of their TV rooms, with a mute and small TV set and such discomfort? How dare the Saftas put media in an isolated room, far from where everything is happening? Wouldn’t it have been better if you just didn’t invite us at all?
Someone must really crack the whip on the sleeping dog that is the Saftas. Can Winnie Ntshaba aka Khethiwe please launch her awards very quickly and show the Saftas how it is done? Also, some journalists from dailies, weeklies and monthlies who know someone who knows someone at the Saftas managed to sit in the hall where the ceremony was going down.
The only good thing about the so called media room was the drinks and the Ukhozi FM DJ (who was broadcasting live from the event) screaming at the top of his lungs! If we do get another invite next year, we will really have to think ten times before accepting it.
And oh yes, before we forget, Tazteeq and his plus one managed to get empty seats within the hall until some people arrived very late and they were removed from their seats with a loud scream. As if that wasn’t humiliation enough, when we asked the floor manager to sort out the mute small screens, we were told: “That’s not my problem”. This show really needs to get its house in order before it can earn an average score.
Since no one cared about the whole mess and how to address it, we stormed out of the silly media room, started our car and hit the road halfway through the ceremony. I bet spending the evening at an orphanage would have been far much more fulfilling than spending time in what looked like the dingy Marabastad where street kids converge. For us, going to the Saftas was a total waste of our petrol money. Imagine how that money could have been spent on a needy child at one of the shelters around Gaunteng. In fact, we demand an apology from the organisers!
Now that we have addressed our concerns, we don’t think we have anything more to say except for saying enjoy these pictures we managed to snap especially for you.
Makisto lashes out