Sean K in K Town

Last year, R Kelly played in Kampala. I point blank refused to go on account of hating R & B, hating crowds and hating the horrible stories surrounding his pretty sordid past. My friends who did go reported being squashed, pushed around and pick pocketed. Then there was a shooting in town, following the concert.

Last night, it was Sean Kingston's turn to visit K-town. Again, it's not really my musical cup of tea - I'd be more at home seeing Noah and the Whale or Florence and the Machine, but folksie indie stuff does not go down too well in Africa!

VIP tickets bought you a separate, less crowded entrance, a few more square feet to dance in, beer tokens and glo-sticks! Now I was more excited about the glo-sticks than anything else. I was never allowed them as a kid, as my Mum was convinced that the reason they glowed was because they were filled with toxic nuclear waste from Chernobyl. 

And how was the concert? After several hours of watching sequin mini-skirted girls dance and gyrate, a Nigerian warm up band, Sean Kingston  appeared on stage. For one so young, he needed to take an awful lot of rests. He barely seemed to be able to get through a song without having a little 'time out'. Maybe it was a clever ploy to spin out limited material - oh and if in any doubt - just stop and repeat at high volume 'Sean Kingston is playing Kampalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' and so on.

That being said, the crowd was fantastic - very well behaved, positive and light hearted. I won't be following him around the world on the rest of the tour though!