“Do not attack the mehn of Gaad, the anointing,” so they say. Yours truly must start with the ka-disclaimer. I am on pure vibes. It could even be the potholes of Kampala confusing me. Or some spirit that needs to be cast out.
Anyway, what I am trying to say is that 1986 was not just ‘86. It also introduced a new wave, a full expression of the cool balokole aesthetic, aka the cool alternative to the Namirembe or Rubaga crew. Okay, there were balokole before, those of the Kivebulaya strains.
But those balokole were hard cores, those born -again revivalists, aka balokole bazukufu were like the proposed UPDF amendment bill. The women all donned that Janet haircut, at every moment, you sung ‘Tukutendereza’ and then in the evenings, it was open confession of sins.
Then came Grace, okay we shall talk about the real Grace, but I mean, grace, that the good Lord had already considered us worthy of. And people that is how the cool entered the bulokole.
So where we are today, is it still cool? Who goes where? What is the title in vogue? Which people are nonchalant? As in, if these churches were perfumes, who got that Oud as a middle note?
