If you weren’t at Lugogo on Sunday, just lie and say you were—because Roast and Rhyme came through like a storm and left Kampala reeling with vibes, smoke, and sweet madness.
June 1st was no regular Sunday. The Hockey Grounds turned into some sort of festival planet where everyone was either grilling, grooving, or just showing off outfits meant to break hearts. The city edition of Roast and Rhyme didn’t just slap—it body-slammed.
From the jump, it was chaos in the best way. Revellers pulled up dripping—bucket hats, crochet fits, sunglasses at night levels of extra. The sun was burning like it had beef with us, grills were working overtime, and sound systems were shaking the grass off the ground. Basically, vibes were vibing.
Music? Bruh. Acoustic sets had people swaying like they were in a romantic Nollywood scene, then Afrobeat and reggae dropped and it was pure madness. At some point, the entire field turned into one giant dance circle. Uganda’s finest like; Sama Sojah, Karole Kasita,Fyno, Yung Mulo, took the stage, plus a few surprise acts that had people screaming like they’d just seen their ex with someone richer.
“The vibe is unmatched. Good food, great music, and even better people,” one guy shouted while struggling to finish a bottle of beer.
As night fell, the lights came on and Lugogo turned into a movie. There was no sitting down. It was dance or go home—and no one wanted to go home.
By the time Winnie Nwagi waved goodbye, the crowd was still begging for more. Honestly, if they had kept playing music till Monday morning, no one would’ve complained. Roast and Rhyme did the thing again. If you missed it… yeah, just lie.
So whether you came for the nyama choma, the music, or just to flex in someone’s daughter’s Instagram story, one thing is clear—Roast and Rhyme owned June 1st. And Kampala is already begging for the next one.
