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DUSA Academic Week Gala


The night was filled with cheers and screams for the models who graced the runway. It was Wednesday, the 16th day of October 2013, and the Academics Committee of Daystar University was crowning Academics week in Athi River Campus with a fashion show.  It was one of the most anticipated shows of the week.
The venue was the school's amphitheatre. Acrobats were the first act to crown the stage. Men dressed in leopard leotards were throwing each other around making the crowd capture their breath, cheering whenever they completed a stunt. People were trickling in as Nyawera and Timo (the Master and Mistress of Ceremony) were hyping those already in. DJ Slouch kept the crowd on their feet with pumping new songs. During transitions they were perfomances such as singing, rapping, spoken word, and presentation of awards to people who had contributed to the show's success.
The judges of the event were Mr. and Mrs. Daystar, Mr. and Mrs. Peace. They based their judgment on dressing, attitude and crowd intensity.
The contestants were Melissa, Briana, Esther, Miriam, Rachel, Lydia, Dennis, David and Allen. The categories were casual, color fusion and traditional. They dressed to kill. Every one pulled out their best to impress the audience. Some of the contestants looked like they were born for the runway and they had actually taken time to practice their walk and pose along the runway.
In the end there had to be one winner. In the men's category David was the winner with Dennis second and Allen third. In the Ladies category Rachel won, with Melissa second and Miriam third. However, every contestant was awarded for their participation.




1. Melissa 2. Brianna 3. Esther 4. Miriam 5. Rachel 6. Dennis 7. David 8. Allen

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