Never brag about your faithful partner
Jun 26, 2009
Who of you has ever had an opportunity to be dined and wined by the husband of your ex in a something-star hotel? <br>I have.
Hilary Bainemigisha
Who of you has ever had an opportunity to be dined and wined by the husband of your ex in a something-star hotel?
I have.
Who of you has ever spent the whole evening listening to how virgin she was when he married her and how faithful she has been all along?
I have.
Who of you has ever collapsed in laughter on the inside while on the surface remained as composed as Mufti Zubair requesting to pray at Gadaffi Mosque in Old Kampala?
I have.
For there are some people who still publicly proclaim what is presented to them as the official version. They forget that everyone has a private capacity away from cameras.
I don’t remember how my ex introduced me to this man but it must have been as a relative of some sort. So, I became a muko and this earned me a great dinner, which I ate carefully enough not to choke on the food as he bragged about his virginity-breaking antics. The guy threatened to eat his head if anyone came up claiming to have ever known his wife’s inside. I remembered St Tom Jjulunga, the patron saint of FDC.
There are things no wise person should say in a gathering of fellow human beings. One being never to swear that your partner does not cheat on you because you may even be talking to Bayuda themselves.
This Jjulunga, FDC hero died recently in circumstances the party blamed on the Government and now, the fly on the wall is saying different things. That he was a violent robber who stopped several police bullets during a failed robbery attempt in Kawempe. He tested the death he always delivered to innocent people for their property but … but … was buried like a hero just because people were willing to consume his official capacity wholesale.
I can never lie prostrate to a rumour of a human being’s immaculate honesty. I am not even excited at Nyerere’s path to sainthood because look at me; If I died today, who would not believe that I will be seated at the right hand of the Father, complaining about Arsene Wenger? That is because you can never tell that I am a liar (look at my intro for example).So, Saint Dr Love meets Saint Jjulunga and Saint Nyerere to quarrel over love, NRM and Amin while on earth you are worshiping our graves.
Wake up. The official realm has exemplary pastors, patriotic Government officials, faithful spouses and amiable Jjulungas. We acclaim them in churches, at radios, rallies, in public and refer to them in our patriotic sermons. When they die, we bury them in FDC graves and sing patriotic songs.
But in reality, they are corrupt thieves, robbers, homosexuals, cheats and hopeless liars. God was wise to shield the unseen from us. Otherwise you would know who sodomised Samson Mukisa, who ate Global funds and who is sharing your bowl when you are not looking! Then you will think twice before you openly declare that your husband can never cheat with a housegirl.
Or a wife with a houseboy!
Who of you has ever had an opportunity to be dined and wined by the husband of your ex in a something-star hotel?
I have.
Who of you has ever spent the whole evening listening to how virgin she was when he married her and how faithful she has been all along?
I have.
Who of you has ever collapsed in laughter on the inside while on the surface remained as composed as Mufti Zubair requesting to pray at Gadaffi Mosque in Old Kampala?
I have.
For there are some people who still publicly proclaim what is presented to them as the official version. They forget that everyone has a private capacity away from cameras.
I don’t remember how my ex introduced me to this man but it must have been as a relative of some sort. So, I became a muko and this earned me a great dinner, which I ate carefully enough not to choke on the food as he bragged about his virginity-breaking antics. The guy threatened to eat his head if anyone came up claiming to have ever known his wife’s inside. I remembered St Tom Jjulunga, the patron saint of FDC.
There are things no wise person should say in a gathering of fellow human beings. One being never to swear that your partner does not cheat on you because you may even be talking to Bayuda themselves.
This Jjulunga, FDC hero died recently in circumstances the party blamed on the Government and now, the fly on the wall is saying different things. That he was a violent robber who stopped several police bullets during a failed robbery attempt in Kawempe. He tested the death he always delivered to innocent people for their property but … but … was buried like a hero just because people were willing to consume his official capacity wholesale.
I can never lie prostrate to a rumour of a human being’s immaculate honesty. I am not even excited at Nyerere’s path to sainthood because look at me; If I died today, who would not believe that I will be seated at the right hand of the Father, complaining about Arsene Wenger? That is because you can never tell that I am a liar (look at my intro for example).So, Saint Dr Love meets Saint Jjulunga and Saint Nyerere to quarrel over love, NRM and Amin while on earth you are worshiping our graves.
Wake up. The official realm has exemplary pastors, patriotic Government officials, faithful spouses and amiable Jjulungas. We acclaim them in churches, at radios, rallies, in public and refer to them in our patriotic sermons. When they die, we bury them in FDC graves and sing patriotic songs.
But in reality, they are corrupt thieves, robbers, homosexuals, cheats and hopeless liars. God was wise to shield the unseen from us. Otherwise you would know who sodomised Samson Mukisa, who ate Global funds and who is sharing your bowl when you are not looking! Then you will think twice before you openly declare that your husband can never cheat with a housegirl.
Or a wife with a houseboy!