KARAOKE EVENING AT BUD­DHA IN WEST­LANDS

Business Daily (Kenya) - - BDLIFE ON TRANSIT DISHES - Jack­son Biko

I al­ways avoided Bud­dha bar in Delta Tower, West­lands.

The last time I was there a year or two ago, it seemed too young and too loud and the ser­vice was dread­ful. Re­cently I had din­ner at Nyama Mama down­stairs (cha­p­ati wraps and gua­camole) and after din­ner they said, “How about we go up­stairs for one then head out?”

By this time I had seen droves of young-uns go­ing up­stairs; univer­sity look­ing girls, boys in skinny pants and mas­sive hair­styles, young pro­fes­sion­als, after work herd in their loos­ened ties and suits and pen­cils skirts. I wasn’t ex­actly in­spired. But I went. Be­cause I’m a team player.

It wasn’t full (yet), but the mu­sic was ground swelling.

There was a dee­jay in the booth, a good one. The seats around the bar area were all taken al­ready. So were the seats near them. We took the seats near­est to the door.

The mu­sic got bet­ter and bet­ter un­til some­one start­ing talk­ing on the mi­cro­phone, turns out it was karaoke night ev­ery Thurs­day. The host and the host­ess were of­fer­ing te­quila for peo­ple who were brave enough to sing; there weren’t short of peo­ple who wanted to sing, it seemed. The night went bet­ter than I thought. Peo­ple sang great jams, not corny ti­tles like for Judy Boucher. One gentlemen who got a stand­ing ova­tion did some­thing by Maxwell. Elec­tric per­for­mance.

At some point it got sar­dinepacked and the whole place throbbed like a wound, but it never lost its fun or its hat. Drinks took slightly longer to get to the ta­ble but it was a small in­con­ve­nience to the amount of fun in the room. Even­tu­ally, at 11pm we left and ran into a big­ger crowd of peo­ple com­ing in, the night just be­gin­ning for them.

They were of­fer­ing te­quila for peo­ple who were brave enough to sing

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