Becca's Girls talk concert: What do you think girls talk about when they talk about girls talk?

Becca on stage

After listening to one of Becca's supporting singers holding the fort before an expectant audience at the Becca Girl Talk concert last Saturday night it was obvious - Girls talk about boys when they talk about girls talk.

I mean the female vocalist sang " He's a smooth operator, Isn't he lovely, I wanna give you some good good love and killing me softly.

 

And who is the main theme of these tracks - yeah, you guessed right - guys.

Billed as an exclusive hangout for ladies, there was no way you could enter if you didn't look feminine - unless you had a camera, pen, paper and a tag that called you out as a journalist.

It was a night of music, sex talk, dancing, selfies, inched-sized skirts and skirts that looked like all-I-had-was-my-younger-sister's-class six-dress-torn-from-the-side.The Ugandan MPs who banned mini skirts have seen nothing yet. They would have to ban the National Theater too if they were here.

 

The program was like pizza. It had many things in it - if only it could have been put together more seamlessly.

Billed to start at 8pm but the first sign that we didn't get the venue wrong was when a lady walked up on stage well after 10pm.

So there I was Friday night at the National Theater seated like the only dot in a 299 page thesis and among  a staggering assembly of 'Oh My God why so many ladies?'.

Like a fully stashed kitchen cabinet, the ladies filled every cubicle of space. Nobody came alone. They came in fashionable platoons. For some of the ladies, the idea of clothing - to put it mildly - was weirdly creative. There was the big bang theory of dressing which meant the lady was dressed like everything could come off after just another step.

 

There was a special perhaps unconscious reason why the program was dubbed 'girls talk' but not ladies talk. It had to set the bar so low, any thinly clad, shockingly naked girl could feel welcome.

Despite the crowd, it was a night of intermittent success. Like a faulty old recording, the show could stop for too many long minutes leaving a growing look of impatience on a pretty judgmental crowd.  It was like a going to the beach and having to wait hoping to see the waves.

 Deputy Minister For Tourism, Culture And Creative Arts Ms. Abla Dzifa Gomashie's word of motivation for the women struggled for an audience. The girls had an "its-too-late-to-advice-us" kind of posture towards the affable actress turned politician. But she made it clear at the risk of boos, she was going nowhere until she was done with her advice.

 She told the girls to focus on their chosen career paths and look to become role models like Adjoa Safo and Becca and herself too.

Deborah Vanessa performed her “Uncle Obama” song again in much less glamorous style. If it was not lucklustre then she appeared intimidated by the sheer numbers - and they were intimidating anyway.

 

The slim fit performed the song like an audition. People paid attention to her dancers than they did to her. Her fine looks drowned under the male dancers dressed like ladies. Resit for her.

But sure the successful high-points came.

An Asian lady walked up onto the stage in a white dress, like a gown. Nothing elaborate.

Her dress was about to explain the dance. Like a woman who had been stood up at her wedding by the groom, she sang Becca's 'Daa ke daa ke daa' with a flawless awe. The crowd was blown off. She spoke Twi and Ga admiringly. The song was all of a sudden a December 2013 hit.

The crowd was up in excitement again after an official of the Ghana AIDS Commission appeared on stage to demonstrate how to use a female condom.

Now imagine that. The ladies screamed, giggled with tangible excitement anytime the woman used words like 'insert', and well, other words I would prefer to whisper.

 

And then the big moment. She distributed the female condoms for free. The women with careless abandon began amassing female condoms as if there was a hint of an impending contraceptive drought. Others stashed them neatly into their purse like fresh 50GHC notes.

Something was gonna happen tonight was drawn on many faces.

Becca graced the stage past 12 midnight and performed 'you lied to me' and the girls sang along with passion as if everyone had a story of "Lies Men tell". She did "No Way" and performed with a surprisingly shy looking Van Vicker on stage.

But the night must have belonged to Nana Ama McBrown. She is really an act. Too gifted. You would think you have figured her all out. Until she does something like 'Khona', performed by South African musical duo Mafikizolo.

 

She was clad in some very fancy Zulu outfit and her act was so on point you can't predict what is impossible for the actress to do as far as entertainment is concerned.

In the end which was way past 2am, you could see what Becca was trying to do that night: She was testing her pulse, sizing up her real clout and influence among her own. She didn't advertise any other female star or icon. It was Becca's girls talk. You came because of her and as she stood to size up the massive crowd, she knew what place she occupied in the hearts of young Ghanaian ladies.

 

And accepted force of influence. She had muscles and she knows it.

So yeah - the much advertised ship Titanic also called Becca's Girls Talk was full. Ready to set sail into a night of great entertainment. The patrons expected a smooth sail until a stubborn iceberg called tardy organization chipped off at the ship and left patrons thinking about the value of their GHC 50 ticket and GHC80 VIP tickets.

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