Producer Washington (yes, that Washington) finally lifted the curtain on the wild roller‑coaster that is the Bobi Wine project. According to him, the only thing more tangled than the plot twists is the director’s hair after three days of shooting in a rain‑soaked Ugandan village. “We had to juggle budget cuts, a rogue goat, and a very opinionated sound engineer who thought ‘bass’ meant ‘bass guitar’,” he lamented, sipping a coffee that looked suspiciously like it was brewed with tears. The insider scoop? The real drama wasn’t on screen—it was in the catering room, where the crew fought over the last slice of pizza while debating whether Bobi’s political lyrics could double as a lullaby.
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