Christmas festival, kyana in trash bin
Dec 27, 2004
IT used to be called Sport After, but it changed names to Knob View Hotel and the bar extension is called Comrades. If I have got it wrong, you may have to blame booze or the anger I harvested from there. And I still hope I can write this without getting annoyed again.
IT used to be called Sport After, but it changed names to Knob View Hotel and the bar extension is called Comrades. If I have got it wrong, you may have to blame booze or the anger I harvested from there. And I still hope I can write this without getting annoyed again.
I went there to watch football and even made new friends. Their screen is really gigantic. But that is all about the good part. Their waiters and waitresses are as fast as the registrar, who dealt with the FDC party. They wait for you to forget you ordered something to eat before they bring it.
However, that is not their worst sin. The waitress brought us a bill, half the total cost of Binaisa’s wedding. When we took her on, she said it was another waiter at the bar who had authored it. This thug first refused to come and defend it because he could not leave the bar. But when I went to check him out, he was playing pool and did not want to be disturbed.
When he deemed it right time, he showed up and in a real veiled statement of guilt, told us to pay what we want if we think his calculations were questionable.
But because I had a beautiful woman by my side, I paid his bill to show that one; I was not arguing because I was broke and two, to impress the chick that among my many problems, money is not.
I really had to tell you this before we talk about Christmas. My Christmas began with Di getting so annoyed with my family. She claimed they were taking me away from her.
Didn’t they realise that Christmas was the most important holiday for lovers to spend together? It was not fair that they stick in their noses and try to take over the holiday. That they have always had me for most of the time, why couldn’t they give someone else a chance?
By the way you are supposed to be laughing because Di and I have never been pronounced lovers. I have never told her I loved her.
One time I came close though when she asked how I felt about her and I said, blah, blah, blah...all the confusing stuff I could get. Finally she said “Wow, it sounds like you almost love me!â€
“I guess so, I don’t know,†I replied. And she jumped at it and praised God for answering her prayers. I looked up and whispered to God that if He accepted the praises, he would be guilty of supplying air and that could only be done here in Uganda not in heaven.
So, the last time I saw her, she was crying about how she was going to have Christmas alone, as if we have ever had it together. In fact, I had come to tell her a piece of my mind, which was not supposed to be good music. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Instead, I sang some praises because the girl bought me a suit as a Christmas present; a cufflinks-shirt, trousers, white socks, neck tie and hankie. I told her she was the sweetest thing on earth and she almost fainted. But I sort of behaved badly. I should have bought her something too. But New Year’s Day is still there.
Angelina, (remember that Real girl), also bought me a card and bottle of wine. That is why I fear to give presents.
You spend five beer bottles worth of money (10k) to buy a girl something when your rival has detoothed himself to give her cargo, 10 times your parcel. She thanks you with unmasked gratitude. You raise your head high like a cock that is enjoying a mongoose dance, not knowing that by the next stage you will be history.
I went there to watch football and even made new friends. Their screen is really gigantic. But that is all about the good part. Their waiters and waitresses are as fast as the registrar, who dealt with the FDC party. They wait for you to forget you ordered something to eat before they bring it.
However, that is not their worst sin. The waitress brought us a bill, half the total cost of Binaisa’s wedding. When we took her on, she said it was another waiter at the bar who had authored it. This thug first refused to come and defend it because he could not leave the bar. But when I went to check him out, he was playing pool and did not want to be disturbed.
When he deemed it right time, he showed up and in a real veiled statement of guilt, told us to pay what we want if we think his calculations were questionable.
But because I had a beautiful woman by my side, I paid his bill to show that one; I was not arguing because I was broke and two, to impress the chick that among my many problems, money is not.
I really had to tell you this before we talk about Christmas. My Christmas began with Di getting so annoyed with my family. She claimed they were taking me away from her.
Didn’t they realise that Christmas was the most important holiday for lovers to spend together? It was not fair that they stick in their noses and try to take over the holiday. That they have always had me for most of the time, why couldn’t they give someone else a chance?
By the way you are supposed to be laughing because Di and I have never been pronounced lovers. I have never told her I loved her.
One time I came close though when she asked how I felt about her and I said, blah, blah, blah...all the confusing stuff I could get. Finally she said “Wow, it sounds like you almost love me!â€
“I guess so, I don’t know,†I replied. And she jumped at it and praised God for answering her prayers. I looked up and whispered to God that if He accepted the praises, he would be guilty of supplying air and that could only be done here in Uganda not in heaven.
So, the last time I saw her, she was crying about how she was going to have Christmas alone, as if we have ever had it together. In fact, I had come to tell her a piece of my mind, which was not supposed to be good music. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Instead, I sang some praises because the girl bought me a suit as a Christmas present; a cufflinks-shirt, trousers, white socks, neck tie and hankie. I told her she was the sweetest thing on earth and she almost fainted. But I sort of behaved badly. I should have bought her something too. But New Year’s Day is still there.
Angelina, (remember that Real girl), also bought me a card and bottle of wine. That is why I fear to give presents.
You spend five beer bottles worth of money (10k) to buy a girl something when your rival has detoothed himself to give her cargo, 10 times your parcel. She thanks you with unmasked gratitude. You raise your head high like a cock that is enjoying a mongoose dance, not knowing that by the next stage you will be history.