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In a slick limousine, Juniour Khumalo shared a ride with the new TV game show host Thembisa Mdoda and her co-host.
Sitting across from me, looking immaculate, is SA Film and Television’s most popular TV presenter and inaugural DStv Mzansi’s viewers’ choice award winner Thembisa Mdoda and comedian Mashabela Galane.
They have scored the gig of co-hosting Standard Bank’s new television game show Your Next Million.
The two were following a busy schedule working at wooing fans by going from one event to the next to promote the show.
Driving around Johannesburg in a lavish golden limousine, they were hard to miss.
Curious city folk and tourists seized as many selfie moments, bling and all, as they could.
The pictures have found their way on to various social-media platforms – thanks to living in a digital world.
The “Who is in the Golden Limousine?” gimmick was perfectly timed on Monday, just two days before the screening of the first instalment of the show.
The golden limousine was trending on Twitter.
When the media got the opportunity to interview Mdoda and Galane inside the luxurious vehicle, it had the game show’s branding splashed across it.
At last spectators were put out of their misery as they finally got to know what the bling was all about.
In the car the two hosts were joined by Shadow Mkhize, senior marketing manager at Standard Bank.
“As a brand we had witnessed some level of decline in our gold-card holders so we created the ‘tried and tested’ game show concept to reconnect with our clientele.”
Mdoda, dressed in a gorgeous, tight-fitting blue dress with a feather shoulder-wrap, said being part of this production was a no-brainer because young people are forever chasing their dreams.
“I would like to be part of giving ordinary people the opportunity to reach their next big thing,” she said.
Galane said the game show allowed him to be himself.
“I have been on screen – mostly in films – and that forces me to take on a character and does not allow me to be myself.”
Just like that my 15 minutes of fame was over and another journalist was ready to take her turn in the limousine hot seat.
I stepped out of the car thinking: “Mdoda must be burning in that feather cape. One would expect such a lavish car to at least have a functioning air-conditioning system.”
I get into a much cooler, though far less flashy, car and head off.
I know when to call it a night.
