NO, I WILL NOT!!!!!!

So, I have been scarce for quite a while, and that is absolutely by choice. I have been on the lookout and many, if not, most of the things I wanted to write about were very scary ones even to me. Those better taken to the grave…….

I mean, how I can write about the weird hairstyles that SOME OF THE girls of MUBS have decided to adopt. It seems to me like they are all in a contest for who will be the best worst movie hairstyle holder.  Some have lots of colour on the hair, and a shaggy that does not work well with their pimple spotted faces, and there are those who have extension that make funny the shapes of their heads, let alone hide their already hideous faces.

How can I seriously write to you all about this!!!! I would be very ashamed to tell you that the make up on some of their faces is that that shouts out... ‘I think I have pulled off the best Corpse look’ 

I mean, they become so pale that make up ceases to describe that which they have used. Personally I would recommend the word ‘horrify up’ or make down’ or ‘ruralise’ but even the very rural girls look normal.  I thought the entire essence of making up was to make one look oilier, or add a glow to the countenance, but this ‘generation has gone to the Dogs’

Of course I cannot talk about the dress code. I leave that to the minister for the youth Honourable KIBUULE……

Honestly, I think it would be mean of me to tell you that I have the most hilarious of images born in my mind when I look at what is going on around me, especially when I go to the vicinity of SOME of  the campus students. I will not talk about the lip gloss that makes lips seem like they have been peeled of their top layer, and only wound is exposed. No I will Not!!!!

Now this guy is kinda right

keep the culture girls

On the brighter side though, we also have the conservative. These leave their hair trimmed, to appear like those of 14 year old boys, and avoid the use of ‘chemicals’ on themselves. By chemicals, they mean colognes and deodorants. They emit the natural ‘scent’ ‘Kavubukka’ that works as a substitute for a pesticide. Even flies would not stand this ‘wickedly native eye piercing and nose blocking scent’…. Now that is what I call cultural preservation!!!!

Whatever recommendations you have to any of the categories afore stated, share with me @georgeephraim it’s only applicable for those on twitter. I am in no position to judge them, due to my proper upbringing, so am leaving the dirty work to you…….

Like I said, do not blame me for writing this, but it was not meant for your eye. I had chosen to keep quiet, and this is my idea of thinking!

I think i forgot to say MWAAAAA

DRENCHED........

I am drenched as I write this. The rain was merciless in soaking me despite my dressing to the Nines. Clad in a slim Necktie, White shirt with black stripes, a nice pair of shoes, two pairs of hankies and an expensive wallet with hardly enough money to buy it in it.

That may not have been me, but i raced almost like that.

I dedicate this to my mother who celebrates her birthday today, and loves a good story which involves real events and real people… by real people I mean me.

Dear mother,

I had to walk in the rain today because my car was still in the future. And one gentleman had categorically told me that only the rich could move in the rain. I chose to defy his assertion by resolutely walking in this rain. I knew I had a vehicle but,

That is the car am talking about.

 like I said it was still in the future. As I strode on the road between ministry of Education and he parliament soveniour shop. The rain was momentary, spitting out in different intervals, with some having nothing at all. Now, one  old man saw me when they beating of the rain had intensified, he shouted while running beyond me ‘Naye eeno enkuubba ejjogga’…… meaning that indeed this rain can undermine… and I agreed. Because this was real. Despite my smart attire, I was being drenched. Now as this rain kept falling, I thought so much of the people who stayed in Bwaise, and had to go back home to floating beds.

I think you see the Beds Floating..........

So I am chauffeured to my destination in a van with white and blue linings on its side…. Isn’t that wealth?? All I had to do was sit tight and wait to reach my destination. Many of you would ordinarily call it a taxi, but this was ‘my ride’ for the few minutes I sat there in. as we by passed the Warid Clock Tower; water was practically flooded on the road. I thought we were in India. Too bad I did not have a smart phone to be able to take the picture for you to have a raw perspective of what exactly was going on. So the best I can do is use Google to get related pictures… am sure you will get the message.  I saw a lady holding herself tight, I think to give the mind an illusion of warmth, and yet I realised that it was not working because of the fact that she wore really short skirts, and am sure the cold reached the marrow…. Unfortunately she was not the kind of woman I would run to give a warming hug, because in my head she looked like those women that you used to warn me about, mother…….here they are called the  ‘akaboozzis’. And my teacher of Literature called them Strumpets.  As soon as I dismounted my private ride, the rain descended on me again….

Now like earlier stated, I kind of studied in a school where the norm was not to run in the rain, and so far I had kept that code. But here is the thing, for those of you who think that Kiprotich is the fastest Ugandan, and then you are wrong. Men raced in this rain, in suits, and a look that inspired only laughter. I kept my hankie on my face, and it is only  fair to say that it was not chocolate brown, because I am a clean guy, and endeavour to shower twice………

You know how we tilt our heads in the rain, make a rare face , and place our teeth out, as though it would reduce the intensity or the level of Wetness, I took time to stand in the rain, stare, and just laugh at what I saw. After all I was already drenched to the inner garments that did not see the sun often.

Yeah....Only the Rich Enjoy the rains......