Nuggu in the air; can you handle?
Jun 24, 2004
Finally someone sung about nuggu - so we can relax and talk about it without fear. I’m worried - too many people smile at people they dislike. Even more worrying are people who weren’t taught to smile. What’s with the nuggu?<br>
By Olivia Nalubwama
Finally someone sung about nuggu - so we can relax and talk about it without fear. I’m worried - too many people smile at people they dislike. Even more worrying are people who weren’t taught to smile. What’s with the nuggu?
Take those shopkeepers whereby you walk into the shop — not even their shop — and they behave like boredom in the flesh has wandered into ‘their’ shop. You ask to try on a pair of shades as the shopkeeper glares at you. All the while you are thinking ‘is it me or is it just me?’ You venture into treacherous waters — you ask the shopkeeper for her/his advice! You hear a hiss where other people hear a voice. You reconstruct the sentence in your head and hear that ‘you look nice’. You are not convinced — you decide not to take the blasted shades!
But then, of course, there are the thieves- a couple of panga wielding, gun totting, marijuana chewing thug like humans invade your house, relieve you of your treasures and you still don’t get it! Thieves dislike...no, hate you and I.
You barricade your house with a ‘muscular’ wall, closely follow it with a mean chain link fence then for added effect throw in a menacing looking dog called ‘undertaker’ — all to deter the thief. You then get up at the ungodly hour of 3:37am to find that for all your efforts plus the ‘undertaker’, someone got all your valuables and even ate the stuff in the fridge. We have to give it to the thieves — they really hate us.
The lecturers on campus are not any better. Your first year in university and you love your lecturers, they do all the right things — they cut class, classes end an hour early. You are really living it and loving it! You wake up one day and you are in your final year — the course works just keep coming, the lecturers do not cut class and they even go a further three minutes beyond their time! Something is wrong. Your lecturers never did like so they ‘kept’ you for your final year!
That woman! There is this woman on MY telephone who has the audacity to assure me that ‘sorry, you have no airtime left blah, blah’ and then monthly she says ‘sorry, your 30 days service fee blah, blah, blah!’ All this over airtime and service fee she did not contribute to!
However, preliminary findings show that this woman belongs to a certain NGO. She is a member of WOTTPYO - Women On Telephones To Piss You Off!
Millionaires! Very interesting characters! Nothing personal only that if someone works that hard, has that much money, spends quite a bit they really should not be any different from you. Because you also work that hard, have that much money (this is a feel-good article so if you beg to differ; walk away), and also spend quite a bit. So you see you too should be a millionaire but you are not...yet. So the millionaire makes you look lazy, makes your money seem like peanuts and implies that you are a wannabe - living beyond your means. Be comforted though, you make them look good.
Enough has been said on our behalf about taxi drivers and conductors so we will continue with the silence. However, not much has been said about the taxi passengers - all in good time though. The passengers are truly something else.
The music played in taxis has me thinking there is a music shop especially for taxi drivers where the music is recorded so very badly like good recording is criminal! I want to find that shop and watch it burn!
It wouldn’t be fair to talk about taxis and leave out our boda boda public.
For your sake and mine, we are not even going to try and count the number of times a boda boda guy has tried to run us over.
After giving you your nth near death experience, once again reminding you that you are not invincible, he rides away, a sheepish grin on his face. And all you want to do is huff and puff and blow him and that pink jacket he is wearing away!
The list goes on...too many people don’t like us, too many people got issues. But this guy takes the cup...
The Devil! This fellow got serious issues. Bad enough he exists! Worse still he wants us dead!
Remember that day when you were in a really bad mood for no apparent reason? Well, that was totally your own doing — oh, but you kept the devil entertained. So let us do something really nasty to him — pray!
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Finally someone sung about nuggu - so we can relax and talk about it without fear. I’m worried - too many people smile at people they dislike. Even more worrying are people who weren’t taught to smile. What’s with the nuggu?
Take those shopkeepers whereby you walk into the shop — not even their shop — and they behave like boredom in the flesh has wandered into ‘their’ shop. You ask to try on a pair of shades as the shopkeeper glares at you. All the while you are thinking ‘is it me or is it just me?’ You venture into treacherous waters — you ask the shopkeeper for her/his advice! You hear a hiss where other people hear a voice. You reconstruct the sentence in your head and hear that ‘you look nice’. You are not convinced — you decide not to take the blasted shades!
But then, of course, there are the thieves- a couple of panga wielding, gun totting, marijuana chewing thug like humans invade your house, relieve you of your treasures and you still don’t get it! Thieves dislike...no, hate you and I.
You barricade your house with a ‘muscular’ wall, closely follow it with a mean chain link fence then for added effect throw in a menacing looking dog called ‘undertaker’ — all to deter the thief. You then get up at the ungodly hour of 3:37am to find that for all your efforts plus the ‘undertaker’, someone got all your valuables and even ate the stuff in the fridge. We have to give it to the thieves — they really hate us.
The lecturers on campus are not any better. Your first year in university and you love your lecturers, they do all the right things — they cut class, classes end an hour early. You are really living it and loving it! You wake up one day and you are in your final year — the course works just keep coming, the lecturers do not cut class and they even go a further three minutes beyond their time! Something is wrong. Your lecturers never did like so they ‘kept’ you for your final year!
That woman! There is this woman on MY telephone who has the audacity to assure me that ‘sorry, you have no airtime left blah, blah’ and then monthly she says ‘sorry, your 30 days service fee blah, blah, blah!’ All this over airtime and service fee she did not contribute to!
However, preliminary findings show that this woman belongs to a certain NGO. She is a member of WOTTPYO - Women On Telephones To Piss You Off!
Millionaires! Very interesting characters! Nothing personal only that if someone works that hard, has that much money, spends quite a bit they really should not be any different from you. Because you also work that hard, have that much money (this is a feel-good article so if you beg to differ; walk away), and also spend quite a bit. So you see you too should be a millionaire but you are not...yet. So the millionaire makes you look lazy, makes your money seem like peanuts and implies that you are a wannabe - living beyond your means. Be comforted though, you make them look good.
Enough has been said on our behalf about taxi drivers and conductors so we will continue with the silence. However, not much has been said about the taxi passengers - all in good time though. The passengers are truly something else.
The music played in taxis has me thinking there is a music shop especially for taxi drivers where the music is recorded so very badly like good recording is criminal! I want to find that shop and watch it burn!
It wouldn’t be fair to talk about taxis and leave out our boda boda public.
For your sake and mine, we are not even going to try and count the number of times a boda boda guy has tried to run us over.
After giving you your nth near death experience, once again reminding you that you are not invincible, he rides away, a sheepish grin on his face. And all you want to do is huff and puff and blow him and that pink jacket he is wearing away!
The list goes on...too many people don’t like us, too many people got issues. But this guy takes the cup...
The Devil! This fellow got serious issues. Bad enough he exists! Worse still he wants us dead!
Remember that day when you were in a really bad mood for no apparent reason? Well, that was totally your own doing — oh, but you kept the devil entertained. So let us do something really nasty to him — pray!
Ends