Tunga tunga ntunga ntunga…olimpiiso etaluma nyweza tunga…Eyo smello ya Moschino, dress ya valentino…was one of the songs the party goers were treated to in the ‘kadanke’ transnight set 5 special. The started like any other day on the campus.
The sun rose from it’s rest in the Eastern horizons and with it a burst of activity followed. It was busier than usual at the gate as clusters of set 5’s squeezed themselves through the open metallic door at the gate in an attempt to access the world outside. I wonder what they were up to. Anyway what was more noticable was there dress code that was more befeating of a first date, if you ask me. But
nonetheless, they looked their best.
You might ask: What about the rest of the students? What were they doing? Well they were occupied with other things like hiding behind the walls of their halls of residence. Those around went about their daily business, stealthly though. In a nutshell, the mid hours of the day were quiet and peaceful with little activity. Birds flying in the sky above, students canteening, smoke bellowing from Mzee’s chimney at the kitchen are some of the other things one would have noticed.
However this was soon changed by the music system that was driven in and parked infront of the main hall ready to be set-up in the main hall in what I later got to understand was to be the long awaited ‘kadanke’ that for the most part of the day had had many sleep if they were to have enought stamina to last all night long, when the blanket of darkness was firmly in place.
It would be uncouth of me not to divulge what transpired inside what was moments before a class room but now had turned into a dance floor. I wasn’t there myself so I won’t hold myself liable for the
recollection of events that transpired. ‘Maama ekyabade muli,’ one recollected as he expressed his astonishment at what some attendees had worn for the dance.
With only beams of multi-coloured light flashing across the room and the music bellowing from the monstrous loudspeakers in the room, the dance floor was littered with people dancing. With every one pulling off their best moves and their bodies swaying or should I say flagellating to the rythm of the night, it had turned into a jungle!
Those in attendance were played to their best tunes, one after the another. In life there will be those who break from the crowd, doing their own thing. Well these kinds of people were not far away. This kind of persons could hadly stay away from each and were stuck to each other like diplococci. They seemed to be more interested in each other than the world around them.
Away from the music and booming around the campus some of us were dreaming away the night- keeping our beds company. While we dreamt away the night, the moon lit the night and all that lay in it.
And as memorable as it was with all the glamour and sexy-attired women and handsomely dressed men, one might be tempted to conclude that that was the last of such parties. Far from it. It’s only but apart of the so many parties that will continue to to be held, hopefully.
HNSians know how to have a good time and they’ll always find a way to express that, even if it means have kadankes transnight and to ‘kunyiga’ each other ‘paka munyingo.’