Old timer lost into New Vision looking for Club Silk

By Jeremiah Kaniampiha 

This man returned from Kyeyo(odd jobs abroad) probably from Canada or any other bum-drilling western country, asking for Club Silk. Well, he could locate where he used to  place his glass of beer, but this time around  there were files of old newspapers and some ledger books all over the place.

While he was still agape, a sexy brown lady with a Kiruhura accent stood in front of him, asking whether she could help. That was when he started all this story:

There was a Club Silk for us old timers as we remember it with two Clubs Silk and Silk Royale with a food district and an ‘underground’ Lounge. I remember Oscar winning promos like the CRAZY BUS! Then there was silk with various lounges and a few square feet of dance floor space.

Where did it go? The damsel at New Vision looked at the Old Timer as if it was an angel coming to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah.

Old Timer’s experience of the Club Silk moved through his blood streams. He narrated how modernity robbed their pleasure oriented club and totlly killed club experience with the modernization. That the music was crisp service, but depending on the size of the crowd. However, the ac would satisfy an Eskimo. “Oh! how I miss the old club silk,” cries the Old Timer.

This is how he described the VIP section of the Club Silk: Big club that catered for a wide range of customers. Found our spot that quickly had us feeling VIP treatment. DJ had good flavor. Kept the party going to the early morning. On a separate occasion we partied upstairs to see a dance off. Always good times. OBTW, they also served great hors d’oeuvres that included goat’s meat (mchomo). Whatever ate Club Silk!