PECHA KUCHA NIGHT (Cape Town-Gardens)
PECHA KUCHA NIGHT
Tuesday 6 Oct
Only those who’ve attended Pecha Kucha Night in Gardens can well explain how entertaining it was. It was a night of bliss, highlighting some of the best talented people shows, though crazy and sad it felt at some points, there’s absolutely nothing at all to hate since all was enjoyed and all was done in a way to please, inspire and display awareness.
The show was hosted by Instantgrass members, Priscilla Daniel and the nonesuch Mr. Greg Potterton, with the contribution of other respected members, altogether hustled up and down with the preparations, and on the appointed day, all was gathered and the show ready to begin.
The leopard red wine was brought, the bar hall located in Gardens was loaded with all requirements, it was actually a fine bar fitful for the event, guess still being renovated by the look of the roof when we set within.
Before then, in the instantgrass office, everyone was eager and couldn’t wait. Time was like crawling rather fleeting, I guess those who had something different established for that day craved to hear the results and whatever it was they were after, it was compulsory otherwise with the atmosphere that recent brewed from the talk of that then coming event was somehow enchanting and pricking to the flesh.
In the big hall or you might want to call it the bar, it’s up to you and it’s accepted, either way can definitely do, since every building that can be occupied by a massive band of people like the one we had then can fitfully fit to be called a hall. We all could see how the inside roof was made, with the floor that we all mingled altogether impatiently waiting for the show to begin. There was enough refreshing beer and I guess few were they to drink, the music operated by an amazing DJ, whose name—I just prefer to call Something-Something, since he was nameless flipping good then and you could see with the way his hands were dribbling on the music cradle.
I was amazed at how the speakers roared loud enough to make ears tremble, with the way the roof was covered, the whole vibe was being plunged down in the ears of happily grooving people. I thought it would get hot inside, but never, it was all ways cool. The bar-counter was cornered nearby the seats and there was another one at the other section of the big hall where two identical football tables were placed.
It’s when the presenter, Priscilla Daniel , showed up on stage that’s when the crowd settled and stared where the microphone-d voice talked from. Amidst the sipping and the swigging of liquor, the brushing of shoulders for a closer look and the taming of shrieking voices, the presenter went on grateful for the listening ears and she went on and on and came to halt after addressing the first listed character.
Patricia Matongo, a lady who had entertained us before the important procedures, she was singing and beautifully playing her guitar. You could hear by the way she’s capable to convert her voice to boyish like tone, I guess I wasn’t the only one who mistaken her for a boy.
Apart from music, she briefed out her love in poetry and how her life had turned unfruitful due the economy downfall in Zimbabwe. On the slide page were displayed newspaper articles of the events she had hosted and frankly everyone could see that she had came a long way trying hard to build her dream.
The characters that followed were actually deep creative folks; we’ve got the 1000 drawings guys who talked of how they were making a difference by gathering together drawings of any artists for an exhibition to raise funds for Princess Alice adoption Home who cared for abandoned babies and Paballo Ya Batho that feeds inner city homeless people.
Two guys on the subject of social injustice taking place in Zimbabwe, talked about the outbreak of diseases infesting poor Zimbabwean citizens and addressed certain strategies that should be implemented.
There are many who played roles on this remarkable inspiring and heart absorbing event, writers, graphic designers, artists, musicians and extra more talented people participated. All went well according to how it was planned; the characters did an amazing work and were credited with vivid applauses and bottles of Leopard red wine.
We all got inspired and motivated and perhaps some couldn’t wait to get home and start practicing like some new kids after first time at the BIG block.
The break that latter took place, by then many were already absorbed in alcohol, which means even those who were shy gained their confidence and that caused people to mingle more, strangers became friends; talents were outspoken to each other and contacts were shared. Of course at a place where people with the taste of life met, a little hangover took others to work the following morning and they probably laughed it out the whole day.
It wasn’t a formal gathering, it was an, ANYTHING artistic event that produced a sense in every individual that anything creative is okay and every character that rolled on had to just do the talk and leave the rest to the crowd to digest.