Kirk Franklin stomps Kampala

We screamed our selves hoarse. We moved so close to the stage so we could catch a glimpse and may be touch him. We were all star struck.
The ten thousand people gathered at the Lugogo Cricket Oval booed most curtain raiser because they couldn’t wait any longer. Curtain raisers came from as far as Nairobi, Kenya. No alcohol was sold. It was an event like no other before. Kirk Franklin the renown gospel music maestro was in Kampala.
9:30pm on the dot, Kirk in a white sleeveless, blue jeans and boots leaped on stage and declared “aint no superstar here except Jesus Christ.” We screamed even louder.
Though Kirk appeals to both ‘world’ the born again Christians were the majority here.
It was more like a praise and worship session at church.
He sang, prayed, danced and the crowd followed along faithfully.
Highlight of the event: Performance by the African Children’s choir with some proceeds of the show going to them.
Favourite song(s): It was Stomp and Revolution. This was a predominately young crowd so you understand why.
Bad points: The sound system was good but the microphones sometimes let us down. The cordless couldn’t work! Kirk had to use the alternative which limited his movements.
Imagine this: Kirk whi;le performing Imagine me one of his latest singles, gave the audience a chance to sya bye bye to any issues that try to bring them down. He screamed issues like ‘bad people, bad habits, insecurities, etc and we faithfully sang bye bye bye bye bye bye bye byeeeeeeeeeee
But soon enough it was time for him to say bye and he couldn’t get himself to leave the stage. It was close to midnight but still the audience wanted more of the superstar – or I forgot he said he isn’t a superstar.
He waved until he was led away by one of his people.
It was a show like no other. It had a positive message and there was no doubt the crowd loved him and so did I.
I nursed a backache for two days but I wasn’t complaining. No wonder when they said he would be at Kampala Pentecoatal Church for the Sunday Morning service, the church was full to capacity. Many people were duped and I was one of them. We never seem to get enough of stars. Or do we?

But one song I learnt
"aint no party like a Holy Ghost Part coz a holy ghost party don't stop"