By
Entertainmnet Desk | KamuleKumalo.com
Last Sunday Brunch at
Oxford Sports Lounge felt like the
entire north had clocked out early. Beers sweating on tables, laughter bouncing
off the walls, and the unmistakable aroma of
nyama choma floating
through the air. But this wasn’t just any night — Manchester United was back on
a winning streak, and fans had plastered their jerseys on like it was a small
campaign rally. Screens flickered with counterattacks, the tension thick enough
to cut with a knife, and the lounge was alive with that low hum of
anticipation.
Midway
through the game, just when the crowd’s cheers had settled into a collective
murmur, a ripple of whispers cut through the room. Someone big had just
walked in. And not the kind of big who announces themselves with bodyguards
and flashbulbs — the kind whose aura does the talking. Hon. Bosmic
Otim, artist, politician, and chief mobilizer himself, strolled in, flanked
by his brother-in-art Okeng Born City, here to catch the game with the
people.
Oxford
Sports Lounge: More Than Just a Friday Night
Oxford
isn’t just any spot — it’s
Gulu’s heartbeat for nightlife. From
Friday
Live Band Sessions that pull crowds swaying to soulful rhythms, to
Turn
Up Saturdays that turn every corner of the lounge into a dance floor, the
energy never sleeps. And don’t even get us started on the
Sunday Brunch,
a full-on spectacle hosted by
fashion designer Lewis Fashions, where
style meets beats, and plates meets shimmered Pork and Delicious Molokony
It’s
no wonder a simple football night could turn legendary — the Lounge has already
set the stage for vibes that demand respect, attention, and the occasional
crate of beer from Bosmic Otim. When DJs like Richie and Crystal take over, the
night isn’t just a party; it’s an experience you remember till Monday.
When
Bosmic Walked In, The Mic Woke Up
Behind
the decks,
DJ Richie — Oxford’s sound marshal — spotted him immediately.
You could see the glint in his eye, that unmistakable “this just turned
premium” look. Without missing a beat, Richie reached for the mic, letting his
voice roll through the speakers like a
war cry for Gulu City:
“Gulu
City! Make some noise! The OG himself — Hon. Bosmic Otim — is in the building
to watch Man Utd bring it home!”
The
place erupted. Tables rattled, bottles clinked, and someone somewhere yelled, “Bosmic
4 life!” Even the waitresses, mid-service, started swaying as if pulled by
invisible strings. That mic drop transformed a normal football night into an instant
spectacle. Bosmic smiled, offered a small salute, and ordered a full crate
of beer — straight to the DJ booth. Just like that, the lounge turned holy,
and the vibe was untouchable.
When
the Crate Spoke Louder Than the Commentary
If
you know Gulu nightlife, you know a crate ain’t just a crate — it’s a language
of respect. DJs aren’t just playing music; they’re setting the rhythm of
the night, the invisible heartbeat of the party. So when Bosmic sent that
crate, it wasn’t about drinks — it was a message: “I see you. I value
what you do.”
Every
DJ in that room felt it deep. Too often, creatives make stars dance and sweat
but never get a toast in return.
“Out
of love for fellow creatives,” Bosmic waved off the gesture like it was
nothing. But in reality, every beat, every swig, carried the weight of respect
— the kind money can’t buy.
In
brown bottles, the lesson was served cold, clear, and unpretentious.
The
Dream Team: Richie and the Transition King
On
the decks, magic was happening. DJ Richie, the old-school sensei with
playlists deeper than Lake Albert, and DJ Crystal, the young
transition king from AfroLabs, had the crowd locked in. Crystal’s mixes glide
like silk — switching beats so seamlessly you’d swear the tracks were siblings
separated at birth. Together, they controlled the night like pilots flying
turbulence-free.
Dj Crystal On Deck Richie
spun classics; Crystal layered in fresh Afrobeats sauce. The lounge
moved as one pulsing organism — laughter syncing, beers clinking, and Bosmic
cheering every Man United pass like it was a campaign rally all over again.
“Artists Who Got Campaign Money — We Shall
Meet in the Bar”
As
the night deepened, Richie dropped his now-legendary line — half humor, half
fire:
“Artists
who got campaign money and forgot the DJs — we shall meet in the bar!”
. Turn Up Saturdays at Oxford Sports Lounge The
crowd lost it. Phones went up. Social feeds lit up like fireworks. But beneath
the banter was a serious truth: DJs are the invisible backbone of every
artist’s career. They push tracks, test vibes, and keep music alive long
after the hype fades. Richie didn’t sound bitter — he sounded bold. Because
that night, surrounded by peers, beers, and beats, he wasn’t just spinning — he
was speaking for the culture.
Respect:
The Real Currency of the Game
Bosmic’s
gesture wasn’t charity. It was a lesson. In an industry full of talk, he acted.
He reminded everyone that creatives feed creatives, and loyalty is a
better investment than clout.
Live Band Every Friday at Oxford Sports Lounge
By
the time Manchester United sealed the win and the lounge exploded with cheers,
DJ Crystal closed with a silky transition that felt like a signature. Bosmic
raised a bottle in approval, Richie grinned from behind the decks, and the
night signed off on one clear note:
In
this hustle, respect buys louder applause than fame.
And
if you ever forget that… well — we shall meet in the bar.
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