As a nod to the wonderful power of women, Mish Mash held a party on Friday to celebrate “women who rock”. At first I thought it had something to do with rock music, DJs and perhaps a young socialite, as is usually the case with theme parties. I was mistaken. It was held to support a women’s charity – Grassroots Uganda.
‘Grassroots Uganda is a Fair Trade NGO working with Women in the slums and rural areas of Uganda. They provide training in craft making, business skills, and money management, while paying their artisans fair wages for their work. Their mission is to give our women a hand up, instead of a hand out, so that they can pull themselves out of poverty. Grassroots Uganda is a special marketing organization that is dedicated to selling the handicrafts, especially bead jewelry and hand bags, made by five Grassroots Women’s Associations in Uganda.’
To further this noble cause, Mish Mash actually helped by providing space for the sale of these items. On this night, they were also donating 1,000/= from each Club, Tusker Malt, and Slippery Nipple Shot sold between the hours of 8 and 11pm to Grassroots Uganda!
Walking into the venue, I was beginning to wonder if I was in the right place. The compound was occupied, but looked so serene and quite. Not something you expect on a Friday night. It was only after I walked through the main building and to the backyard that I saw and heard some reassurances. It was pretty loud back there.
The backyard was arranged picnic style, with basic tables and benches. There was a projector to show the occasional music video. The place was lit in a soft red light. I think it was supposed to be a reminder that the event was being sponsored by Reds Beer. At the bar, there were specials on select drinks for those in costumes. That gesture also extended to those wearing masks. The lady DJ Ras K Mim was keeping things going with some 90’s music. Lots of masks were on sale, and revelers rocked them like they were being paid. You know, being a masquerade party, it helped to be in some form of disguise. But that didn’t stop a good bunch of regular folk from being, well, regular.
There were no complaints from either side though. There was a generally lively atmosphere, revelers mingled easily. I managed to chat with a number of strangers, which is a rare thing for me to do at parties. I guess that’s the power behind a mask. There was no real agenda, except for occasional announcements about the specials at the bar, and a competition. As long as you could find some company, you were set for the evening.
There was a costume competition going on, but there were not many costumes. In the end, the race was between a Viking lady and a military nurse. The nurse was declared winner and won herself a luxurious one night stay for 2 at the beautiful Cassia Lodge. Apparently, this came complete with a king size bed and breakfast in the morning. The winner was given an envelope containing details of her prize. There was chatter with her friends that she should invite them over for swimming and partying, just so they can also enjoy the ambience of Cassia Lodge. She just laughed at that idea. How do I know this? Well, you just cannot pass up an opportunity to talk to a lady in a nurse outfit.