Bayimba international festival of the arts

I was so excited to find out that we actually do have some fun stuff right here with us,like this festival.so many activities there including but not restricted to:
-tattoos and body piercing( let not the fact that i mentioned this first be of any significance as i do not have any of the above...)
-auditions for roles in many commercials,movies
 and plays(i did audition for one role as a bridesmaid in some commercial...pictorial coming soon!!!)
-selling and buying of all sorts of artistic clothes,paintings,drawings,shoes,bags,caps, jewelry(African) to mention but a few...
-youth film workshops
-photographic documentary of life in one of the biggest slims around(impressive if you ask me...pretty impressive!!)
-lots of perfomances by artists and bands.
-plays and poetry reading.
-a silent disco,yes.a silent one.very very cool stuff!!
-last but not least,actually most importantly,food!!! :). even though i later went elsewhere for cocktails with my girlfriends,the food here was pretty delicious.and the best part of it all is that the festival goes on the whole weekend so you are not too late to catch it!!
sorry these are the only photos i could upload for now but watch this space for the full pictorial.
sheebah and i having our cocktails after the festival.
fun times.xxx
daisy and i at the festival.

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