Been away for like 2 weeks now and as usual ive been discovering new things and getting into very funny encounters
The other weekend i was robbed by a boda boda chap on my way home from the bar. After having a couple of free drinks at a house party in Naguru, decided to crown the night by checking out one popular spot in Kisementi. This is one of ma favourite hunting grounds. Anyway, this time the only person i met was out to burst her boyfie who had apparently come into the country without her notice. She was in no mooods for small flattery talk so i left her accomplish her mission. Unfortunately i was late for my ride home as ma friends thought i was sorted and decided to leave me. The auditor in me (auditors are thosee guys who spend like indians) decided i jump on a bike to ntinda. Around Bemuga house and it sarts raining. Boda guy decides he cant continue riding in the rain and that i should hitch another boda. In the meantime i have to pay him for the ride there. So he flags down another boda to finish my ride. So i ask 1st boda guy if he had change to which he answered in the affirmative. Out goes my 20k note and no sooner had he handled the note than he accelerated his bike leaving me looking like a fool. Second chap volunteers to run after the thief and return with my him. I simply laughed at his "kindness". Luckily i had some more money on me so i flag down another bike to finish my journey home.
To avoid the same ordeal, i go to Chicken royale to buy food and get changed money. I get the food, hop on the bike and we sped off to my house. I thank the guy like 3 times which i never do as i assume my sitting on a boda is doing the rider a favour. I properly check my wallet to avoid overpaying this guy and out goes 6grand. Guy rides away so fast. Its after i get into the house that i realised i had over paid the dude. Instead of 2grand, i had given him 6grand; a 1k note and a 5k note. I simply threw away the food and entered my bed very frustrated.
Lesson re-learned; cheaps things are not really free. Instead of paying 15k for a safe comfortable ride home, i paid 26grand for a very uncomfortable, very cold , rain filled ride on a boda home.
By the start of the week i had completely forgotten all about my weekend escapade. I was looking forward to a highly billed drink up at a friend's house. Only trick was it was on the day of lovers and most ladies were claiming they would be with their boyfriends. This didn't deter our moods as most of the guys who had comfirmed attendance were in relationships but had already planned for the day. Some feigned sickness, others tok the ladies out in the day and then came to party later; so i knew there would be very many other gals with such boyfies and they would be readily available for the party. Party was such a success. i actually met our own Silverbow.
To cut it short lady luck was on my side that day. I hooked a fine mukiga lady. Oke big is not my kind of thing but i also surprised myself. Time check 4am and am the proud winner of mukiga lady. However, trouble started when she assured me away atches aren't her kind of thing. Nigga i have never slept out of ma bed in the last 5years unless am travelling. The devil in me accepted to go and see how good i can perform on a foreign turf. can't go into details but am nursing injuries right now. Two full days on foreign ground aint kid's play.
Lesson learnt; never take all yo friends advice so serious. About a week back a one Igiss of the blogging fame assured me that bakiga ladies are not as tough as they are widely claimed to be. He told me they are really soft in everything. Igis, how do yu plead?
Oh, before i forget; one of ma friends is so bitter with me because i have been in touch with his ex girlfriend. Dude has a steady girl friend and a daughter at the moment. However, for all times sake he used to run to ex-galfriend once in a while till she found out he had a baby and a steady girlfriend with whom they stay with. So they had a very big fight and she pulled out for keeps. However, me and her remained good friends. So saturde at the party dude asks for my phone to make a call but instead moves to my inbox. Speak of guys who have female insticts. Sorry ladies. So once drunken happy guy now went silent all of a sudden. He then decides to just drive off without telling anyone. Am so lucky he didnt smash my fon. So Sunday morning am in a place i dont remember, when my phone rings and the number on screen is my friend's ex but no name. She asks me if i had told my friend anything about us. I then ask her if there was anything to hide about us. Tells me of how dude was calling and referring to her as a whore, very cheap and a slut. I try calling the dude but he didnt pick. I send him a text but no reply. Call the other boys who say he wasnt answering their calls as well. How bitchy. Anyway, the boys managed to reach him somehow and a Rugunda, Rick Machar, a Mao, and a Walter Ochola plus Matsanga have already taken their positions and a round table hearing is set for Thursday this week. My first question to this dude is going to be; what the fcuk where yu looking for in my inbox? He erased all messages from her as well as her number. Only issue here was the language this lady kept using in her texts and their frequency. But for a mature understanding guy, someone refering to you as darling, sweetheart, my dear aint a big deal. Ive seen it everywhere even hear in the blogging community and it doesnt mean a thing.
Meanwhile the lady has intensified the calls and texts. I think she has decided to use this as payback to my frieend as he really got her through some really hard times.
Anyway ill update you my people on Friday afer we sit and resolve this as mature guys.
Lesson learnt; not all men are men enough.
Otherwise, am too busy organinsing my friends wedding slated for this saturday. Normzo wait for your holla.
Nice week my people.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
weekly uodate
This week has been a rather exciting one for me. Started the week on a low note as she from Lyon had to go back on Monday 02 Feb. And oh yeah i didn't do things the "Kiwewesi" style. Day before she left, i teasingly asked that we go and have a civil marriage (is it the one at the register of marriages?). Ofcourse i was kidding, who would want to be tied at this day and age. You should have seen her reaction. I didnt know people of outside countries also still treasure cows and all that hullabaloo that takes place on kuhingira and kwanjula. She told me all about how her wedding is meant to be. From the dress, to the maids, the colours, food, etc. I regreted why i started such a weak convesration.
Monday evening she boards and leaves. Its like it had been announced publically that she had gone coz i received 2 phone calls on my way from EBB and faced questions like as yu are so quiet and why do yu nowadays switch off yo phone in the night. Maybe it was just a coincidence that campus is now open and many people out there are party malnourished.
Tuesday started on a rather very sad note. Brenda passed on. Got wind of her sickness last Friday while doing the usual polite one with the boys. We was all shocked and planned on going to see her that evening but it wouldnt make sense going to hospital intoxicated. Come saturday, we go to hospital and we couldnt see her as she was in intensive care. Tuesday morning and the very sad news is broken. R.I.P Nsangi.
Back to the remainder of my week;
I must say in all my C.V's i claim to have very highly developed organisational skills which skills i have never put to good practice. So on wednesday i decided its about time people witness these skills. My former workmate and good friend has decided he wants to now "do things" officially and he is getting married. I have volunteered to head the food committee. I refused to take up the post of incharge drinks for reasons well known to all of you. My thirst for the bitter seems to be unquenchable. So come 24th this month and i will be the Director in charge of food at my boy's wedding. Anyone wanna come?
My housemate is currently in Rwanda and as if on exchange programme some friend of ours from Rwanda decided to come to Ug. Dude, these boys are so party starved. They party day in day out form 7am to 7pm. when am leaving to go work they are coming to sleep. Good thing is they have very "chute" friends as my French friends would say. And they the chute friends stay here. They say this world is very small. so we may meet someday.
Moving on to last evening i for once comfirmed that not 100% of what red pepper writes is false.It is very true some Campus chics dont wear panties. wallahiiii it is very true. Atte in skirts. Atleast if it were trousers. Whoever is doubting holla me right now and i'll take you and meet a couple of them. I hear it starts as a joke and it later gets so comfortable that those small pieces of cloth are reserved for CALTEX moments and visits to the gynae. Don't ask me how i found out all this; read the red pepper.
Friday morning m leaving the house for work and my Kigali boys are returning home. They had a real FAMUUU ( as abdu Mulasi would pronounce it). If i wasn't a "seen it all before guy", i'd now be home blasting away. I saw very many lovely intoxicated little ones all coming into my house with a swagger like theirs not ours. But the xtian that i am, the advocate of abolition of cross generational sex, and the very focused guy i am; i chose work and not getting laid. However, if i return this evening and they are still in my house, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. (I'll get a stick and chase them away).
That in brief is how my week has been. looking up to friday night then saturde and sunday. As regards work, there is been very little to do. The guys at Heathrow have been cancelling flights to EBB like they are doing it for fun. No flights to EBB means there is no biz for me and therefore i remain redundant and as they say, an idle mind is the.......
Still to come;
Have a house warming party 2mrw and ive been asked to take along some very nice gals. Am stuck, Igiss can i borrow your gal friends. My sister wants to come along with her friends but that shall ruin my fun. Dont want her to see big bro being shaddy and i also can't stand seeing a ki-guy make a pass at my little princess.
Listening to every Bob Marley song i can get ma hands on.
enjoy yours weekend.
Monday evening she boards and leaves. Its like it had been announced publically that she had gone coz i received 2 phone calls on my way from EBB and faced questions like as yu are so quiet and why do yu nowadays switch off yo phone in the night. Maybe it was just a coincidence that campus is now open and many people out there are party malnourished.
Tuesday started on a rather very sad note. Brenda passed on. Got wind of her sickness last Friday while doing the usual polite one with the boys. We was all shocked and planned on going to see her that evening but it wouldnt make sense going to hospital intoxicated. Come saturday, we go to hospital and we couldnt see her as she was in intensive care. Tuesday morning and the very sad news is broken. R.I.P Nsangi.
Back to the remainder of my week;
I must say in all my C.V's i claim to have very highly developed organisational skills which skills i have never put to good practice. So on wednesday i decided its about time people witness these skills. My former workmate and good friend has decided he wants to now "do things" officially and he is getting married. I have volunteered to head the food committee. I refused to take up the post of incharge drinks for reasons well known to all of you. My thirst for the bitter seems to be unquenchable. So come 24th this month and i will be the Director in charge of food at my boy's wedding. Anyone wanna come?
My housemate is currently in Rwanda and as if on exchange programme some friend of ours from Rwanda decided to come to Ug. Dude, these boys are so party starved. They party day in day out form 7am to 7pm. when am leaving to go work they are coming to sleep. Good thing is they have very "chute" friends as my French friends would say. And they the chute friends stay here. They say this world is very small. so we may meet someday.
Moving on to last evening i for once comfirmed that not 100% of what red pepper writes is false.It is very true some Campus chics dont wear panties. wallahiiii it is very true. Atte in skirts. Atleast if it were trousers. Whoever is doubting holla me right now and i'll take you and meet a couple of them. I hear it starts as a joke and it later gets so comfortable that those small pieces of cloth are reserved for CALTEX moments and visits to the gynae. Don't ask me how i found out all this; read the red pepper.
Friday morning m leaving the house for work and my Kigali boys are returning home. They had a real FAMUUU ( as abdu Mulasi would pronounce it). If i wasn't a "seen it all before guy", i'd now be home blasting away. I saw very many lovely intoxicated little ones all coming into my house with a swagger like theirs not ours. But the xtian that i am, the advocate of abolition of cross generational sex, and the very focused guy i am; i chose work and not getting laid. However, if i return this evening and they are still in my house, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. (I'll get a stick and chase them away).
That in brief is how my week has been. looking up to friday night then saturde and sunday. As regards work, there is been very little to do. The guys at Heathrow have been cancelling flights to EBB like they are doing it for fun. No flights to EBB means there is no biz for me and therefore i remain redundant and as they say, an idle mind is the.......
Still to come;
Have a house warming party 2mrw and ive been asked to take along some very nice gals. Am stuck, Igiss can i borrow your gal friends. My sister wants to come along with her friends but that shall ruin my fun. Dont want her to see big bro being shaddy and i also can't stand seeing a ki-guy make a pass at my little princess.
Listening to every Bob Marley song i can get ma hands on.
enjoy yours weekend.
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