Kunene takes sushi to the mother city

Kuli Roberts Once, I was scared of Hugh Masekela. That was when folk told me that he did not like women with fake hair, and that he gets annoyed with Nelson Mandela's annual birthday celebrations.

But what a sweetie he is. Masekela loves thai chi and tells me he has a fantastic sex life with his Ghanian wife, who is 20 years his junior.

It also turns out that he has never complained about Madiba's parties: "How could I, when I get bookings to perform at his concerts," he asks me, eyes darting about.

Let me start at the beginning, always a good place to start.

I was loitering about the Market Theatre earlier this week trying to bunk parties when I bumped into the sexy All Star (sneakers)-wearing Bra Hugh with a leather man bag slung across his body.

Besides talking about his sex life, Bra Hugh told me he's in the musical Songs of Migration.

It celebrates being South African and a 100 years of South African music.

Really, Masekela is not scary, unless of course you talk during his performance.

We joked about how he had shouted at somebody who made a noise during his show.

Apparently he said, "Hey you, folk are not here to listen to you but to listen to me."

When I asked him about it he asked me if I would like it if folk were chatting while I was performing.

After a great hour with Bra Hugh it was time for me to get a drink at Zar lounge in Sandton as folk celebrated its opening a bar in Cape Town.

You should all know by now that I'm going to the J&B Met this weekend. But it is great to know that I'll be there for the first night of Zar there too. So, on Wednesday, Zar owner Kenny Kunene and the gang were having a party for the celebrities they had invited to a Cape Town evening.

Orange and pink cocktails greeted us at the door, with snacks every where.

Penny Lebyane, who had just left the Safta awards, the local television and film awards event, arrived in a lovely vintage dress and started scolding me about something or other.

Following her was the ever-fabulous Uyanda Mbuli in her own creation and, of course, the Cristian Louboutins. She looked great, gave me some tips on what to wear to the Met and then bored me telling me about how she is in government and that's why she can't get to most functions.

I left her posing for cameras wishing women in parliament were that stylish.

Kunene wore a man bag and, yes, he has a bit of a tummy - perhaps from all the sushi and the good life.

Floyd Shivambu, of the ANC Youth League, was eager to pick up free tickets, I mean, invites.

He told me his woman is pregnant and gave me such a look when I asked if he intended marrying her. Blacks! I do like the guy, especially since he has taught Malema how to dress.

David Kau finally removed that Gucci hat. Shame, he does have a nice head if you are into eggs.

We had our usual chat about his beautiful baby.

And I met a lovely actress called Busi Lurayi, who was bombarded by an excited Penny - all because Lurayi had been nominated at the Saftas as best actress or something. Lurayikept me in stitches imitating township girls. Nice girl with a great body.

Now I am back to finding a dress for the Met.

Abby Mapara, of Johannesburg, won last week's competition to attend the J&B Met this weekend