Today for the first time in ages, i went to auntie Muni’s after church for a bit of Waakye with my boys. It’s interesting to see how many people flock to the place each Sunday. There were so many people that the food ran out at a point, prompting one guy who was standing behind us in the line to start ranting about how she should “forecast” the Sunday crowd and make enough food. But i digress. After a few more minutes of waiting and my utter disbelief at the fact that Ato Kwamena Dadzie [who showed up there in a Nissan Xterra, ahem] is married to one hell of a sexy woman, we were soon chomping down on some really very good waakye.
I couldn’t help wondering why there were so many human beings in this one place? i hear it’s the place for local celebrities to hang out. So are people here because the food is good? or they want to feel like they are at the happening spot? or they want to be associated with the celebrity status of the place? makes me wonder.
This trend is so rampant in GH. All you have to do is find a good looking 20 something year old who likes to party and ask them where they party. You can always guarantee you’ll hear the same places. Rhapsody’s, Aphro, Rockstone’s Office… blah blah blah! The result is that these places have no standing room on a good weekend night.
When Rhapsody’s showed up, the entire GH party crowd decided they had to be there, so prices went up in a bid to make it exclusive, but still, you cant find standing space on a Friday night. Same thing is happening with Citizen Kofi, Club XL, and now much to my frickn’ dismay Belaroma. The first time i went into Belaroma, i was wearing my jeans with signature slippers, and there wasn’t a pipsqueak from the bouncers… there weren’t even bouncers; just some dude sitting outside trying to look macho. I turned up there a few weeks ago and all of a sudden some huge dude informs me i cant come in with slippers. I was like huh? but considering his size, i decided it was best to comply and not argue. I walk in and you guessed it… there’s only standing room! The annoying part is that it is the same bloody people!
All i want is a place i can go and have a good time and not be engulfed by familiar, celebrity wannabe, fashion disasters waiting to happen. I look around Aunty Muni’s one last time as we decide to leave this crowd and eat our waakye in the peace and comfort of the Ashesi Campus. Good riddance to you all i murmur in my head. See you at Belaroma… or the mall… or Ridge Church.
Before i drive off, i take one final look at the woman who is supposed to be Ato Kwamena Dadzie’s wife? How the hell did he land the woman with the voluptuous chest swaying her bountiful hips? How?