Finally, it is all over, and the results of the lucky winners of this year’s MTN Ghana Music Awards, were released at the National Theatre, amidst a yellow carpet of celebrities who graced the occasion.
As usual, your exciting Chronicle Entertainment Driver was present to observe the event, with the eyes of an eagle, looking earnestly for the flaws and successes of the night.
The show took off a few minutes past 10:00 p.m., and as if the organizers did not want to be found wanting again, on issues concerning time, they did not hesitate to omit the time for the commencement of the event from the ticket.
However, to be on the safer side, because of past experiences, which have taught me to be present at shows organized by Charterhouse before starting time, since you will never know when tickets will be outsold, or as they put it racketeered, so as to leave people with genuine tickets sweating on their feet, your train driver landed as early as possible.
Indeed this year’s music awards went HI-TECH, with the introduction of the electronic pass that was added to the tickets, so that on entering the premises of the auditorium, one’s card had to be checked through the computer to ascertain its validity, this was the first indication of a plus for the organizers, and that looked like a sign of a good event to come.
On entering the auditorium, one had to join a long queue, in order to show your ticket, to four decorated beauties seated behind a table, so one could get a copy of the annual brochure, given out at the awards night. After queuing for close to twenty minutes, your train driver was told “sorry you have a complimentary ticket, and the brochures are for those with the VIP tickets.”
Had it not been for the timely intervention of a pretty lady, who is with the organizers, and has had the privilege of boarding your exciting Chronicle’s Entertainment Train, your train driver would have been denied a brochure.
The point is, if the brochures were meant for VIP ticket holders, as they claimed, why was the need for the queue in the first place?
Another incident, which occurred, was with the media cards that were given out, your train driver was witness to the snatching of a colleague’s media card, and in shock, all she could say was, “how do l take pictures without my media card, and maneuver around for interviews?” Gently, your train driver pointed in the direction of the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of Charterhouse, because she was the best person to address the problem.
Inside the hall, where the event is taking place, were the usual pretty ladies of this country, who are always present to grace occasions like this, with their wicked sense of fashion, from the hairdos to the footwear, they looked ravishing.
The gentlemen also rubbed shoulders with the ladies, with some sported outfits with designer labels all over, from D&G to Versaci, but as to their originality, that is a topic for another day’s discussion.
DJ Black of Joy FM, was behind his consul and mixing the tunes like nobody’s business; the MC’s for the night, turned out to be Doreen Andoh and Batman Samini, a combination your train driver will term as bizarre, whereas Doreen is a diva in the radio industry, and has had good experiences in the field of MCs, Batman Samini is lately the unstoppable rapper, who is taking hip-life to a higher pedestal.
Though both are gurus in their field of play, one thing you can never take away from Doreen, is her unique articulateness, which Batman Samini struggled to keep up with, slip tonguing a couple of words here and there, but hey! as Nana Aba Anamoah said, three years ago on the same event, when she was the host and happened to have a slip of tongue, “we all make mistakes.”
What Batman beat Doreen Andoh at, was his line of clothes and hairdos, which he was proud to twist and turn as much as he wanted to. Initially he came out in a well-tailored suit, and later came back without his jacket, because he claimed he was feeling too hot, not knowing he had a case full of clothes he wanted to showcase, as an announcement of his out-coming clothesline, which was not a bad idea.
In the process of observing the events, your train driver spotted Mr. Carlos Sakyi, the man who eats and drinks copyright issues. He is so passionate about copyright issues concerning artistes in the country, to the extent that he has been nicknamed Mr. Copyright by some of his followers.
When Carlos entered the hall, and was grandly taking giant steps towards the VIP section, he was stopped by an usher, and asked to produce his ticket, he asked if the usher did not recognize him, and was disappointed to have heard a No! With rude insistence from the not so tall lady usher, to bring out his ticket, this exchange of words went on for some time.
Finally, two gentlemen emerged from behind to tell the usher, “Oh don’t you know this Boss, he is from MUSIGA,” the lady then shamefully muttered, “but you should have told me.”
