The New Year’s Eve ended quietly with little commercial activity in town, save for long queues at the banks and empty grocery shops. Against this sad background, many young people were at home saving their energies for what was to come later.
To the young the New Year’s Eve is a much-anticipated grand finale, which climaxes at the stroke of
But, to date, nothing has been more popular than entering a new year as light and as high as a cloud. To those who feel young, boys and girls, men, woman, married, single, whoever, going out on the 31st of December is a must, otherwise the rest of the year is filled with regret as you are told of how the club was happening on the 31st.
No doubt as the hour approached 10 o’clock, the streets of Bulawayo filled with various night creatures. Rats, dogs, cats, clubbers. Everything and everyone was feeling the mood of the moment. And it seemed everyone was trying to position him or herself for the countdown by choosing the coolest spot.
10th Avenue btwn J.Tongogara and R.Mugabe has the highest concentration of entertainment spots. Khami Bar with Emthunzini Gardens (the former notorious Silver Fox), Safari Bar, Club Alabama, Rainbow Hotel and a very popular bottle store where people seem to drink any hour of the day (here you can also get your car re-fueled, don’t look for a service station though, and washed while you’re negotiating a forex deal). Rainbow was toping the charts here. Besides the bar filled with execs and bowlers, there was a party in the presidential room with tha shawty looking so fine. The bombi-stombi was also happening. The problem here as expected is that there is no M.C, the beat is freeloaded usually from a volunteer and if it ain’t loud enough nigga get you own system to pimp.
There were days when Fife Street was the most popular street in town for nightlife. 31st was not one of those days. Along this street there is Crash Sports Bar (former Paparazzi) and Hustlers after Haefilis. It was easy to notice the nonexistence of these joints. Save for a couple of taxis parked outside and a couple of unaccompanied ladies, there was nothing at these joints for someone wanting something to talk about to his peers for the next year.
On the way to where it really happened there was Visions. A giant human kraal had been erected for a so-called street bash. Luckily no humans had been trapped by the late hour. Or it’s just that people did not like the idea of dancing outside wasting their expensive perfumes in the night air and their expensive skunas in the rough pot-holed road carpeting the enclosure. Or it was that most of the patrons at this club were kiddies. Well they wouldn’t want to be spotted by their uncle happening to be chilling at Ebunandini just adjacent would they? Not to worry about daddy or mummy, she is working a new year’s shift in the Diaspora to pay for the January’s installment of Doc’s Mec.
Leaving Visions and other ancient relics of clubbing history behind, and driving completely out of town it seemed like the nomadic night crawlers had found their final resting place for the night. Tents, eh cars were all over the place. There was no doubt in your mind when you arrived that this was the spot! Its Bras baby and you’re just in time too. Knock your self out and boy did you see it come or you were already in it. There is nothing to talk about after all, but then that’s the excitement the New Year causes. Happy New Year.
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it seems u were on the go on new year's eve. Happy and prosperous new year Ron
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