Some weekends are worth a blog mention and this was def one of them with entertainment being at a delightful level this weekend.
Saturday evening saw us stream down to the Qba for some nice sounds and catch the Ghana vs Czech Republic game. The vyve was vybin and the groove was groovin while the Black Stars did their magic and left us all well impressed. It was then a case of being at the right time and the right place and being from the right continent as no sooner had the game ended than I had people looking us up and down in recognition and what I hope was respekt!thanks to the Ghananian excellence.I think its cause im black and the black stars are well...black so there we have it:) Aaanyway, minutes after the band(from Colombia) belts out a classic afro tune..'Kwasa kwasa'(not sure if that is the name of the dance or the song..oh well) by an artist known as 'Kanda Bongoman' auuuiiii!!! any inhibitions I may have been habouring were instantly lost as I took to the stage singing along and dancing like there is no manana...ofcourse upon the invite and encouragement from the happy band..Fuego Latino. There were 5 more africans on stage, the entire count in the pub..and we brought down the house down! with our hip shaking, bottom wiggling, vibrating bossoms, afro style:)..again Viva Africa!
Sunday = lots of couch time and flatmate bonding over ramly burgers..mmh
Thanks to Rafha, I caught Monday (today) at its very beginning and what turned out to be one of the bestest soccer experiences ever. I echo Devrim's sentiments when he says that you have'nt watched a game of footie until you do so in Brazil or have Brazilians involved. The match wasnt to start till midnight but by 10.30pm (Sunday night) the fiesta was well underway. Green/yellow and blue jerseys everywhere, drums, shakers&whistles, free flows of beverages and food,songs,capoiera dance lots of atmosphere....I should clarify at this point that this happened in KL with a room of about 20 brasilenos and not Brazil and it was fantastic! magnify that scene to the power of n for a feel of what actually goes on in Brazil.
Finally when the game starts, it is a chance to upskill your portuguese. However if flowery terminology is not your style, good luck and good night.Basically whenever the Aussies did something even remotely unpleasant to a Brazilian player echoes/songs/shouts of 'filho de puta' (and I picked the most polite one here)were resounding. If you mess with those guys, you best be ready to recieve as many vowels as your bowels can handle.
I have to admit that while the 1st galf o the game was rather slow, that didnt stop the vybe from flowing. The drums kept rumbling and the whistles kept whistling.2nd half brought some much needed scores and the celebration that followed any one goal or the urging on at a potential goal is mindblowing.There has been an attempt to capture some of the moments on this link http://www.flickr.com/photos/44629993@N00/?saved=1 though it doesnt do as much justice as being physically present.
Even if you have no inclination towards football at all at all, yu are bound to get with the program and who knows you might even find yourself shuffling to some samba sounds and having a jolly good time.Twas a jolly good time and the fastest 90minutes spent watching a game. Much as I try to steer from supporting the major teams in this WC, I've got to admit that after spending last night/this morning with the peeps from the land of caipirihna and bossa nova, I'm very much rooting for Brazil in the final.Infact am-a-gonna buy me a yellow/green/blue jersey and get with the program.
pss: The excitement and drama exhibited by the Brazilians while watching a game of footie brings fond memories of the lands I come from. They are after all half African and very African at heart:)