In 2015, Loose Talk will finally mutate into Hard Talk, so we’ll no longer talk only about Agashya maracuja juice and petite Knowless and Kwa Lando and brochette … as if there is not more serious business to discuss here.

This thing of only writing about Ama G The Black’s song, Nyabarongo will have to stop with immediate effect. 

The last time I watched the Nyabarongo video, Ama G The Black still looked rich and fat and even a blind sista or brotha could see this. What does this all mean? He will have to contact the advertising department and talk cash before he gets any more free weekly mentions from me.

Should that prove to be a long and tedious route to pursue, Ama G can instead pen a song in my honor so that all my not-so-well-behaved friends can envy me.

EWSA what’s up?

Most hotels and restaurants pay their wait staff extremely poorly, the reason most of them choose to drown all their sorrows and anger in music. In other words, most hotel waiters and waitresses also secretly double as upcoming musicians. 

Like the waiter at an eating place in Kimihurura who also doubles as an underground hip hop artiste and who has a song called EWSA, what ‘sup? And you don’t need to be a music ninja-pro like me to know what the song is all about. 

First, it’s about the rhyme scheme embedded in it. "EWSA” and "what’s up” rhyme quite well, so the dude decided to make a song out of it. 

More seriously though, the song is a rant about EWSA’s erratic power supply in some hoods of the city. Luckily for the bosses at EWSA, there is no need to worry and panic about EWSA, what’s up, because in 2015, that song will die a natural death when I release my own version to counter the lies in EWSA, what’s up? 

Mine will be titled EWSA, cash up or crash up. As in, no cash, no cash power, but like you can see, that title is way too long –it fills up the mouth. So, EWSA, cash up.