The guy I met at Alleygators, Garden City, was a broker of no ordinary kind. At first, he wanted sh50,000 to connect me to a rich Hajat. I asked him if I looked like a starved man and he melted into the crowds.
After a second thought, I sought him out, but told him I would only pay after the harvests. It would make a good Rover story. He still made me buy him a drink. I loved the idea of a Hajat. If she had connections, we could write a project proposal on how Aminâ€™s body could be returned. That way, I would find myself on the organising committee. We cannot fail to save over half of the possible sh800m.
I found that Hajat knew me all along and had actually sent this cousin of hers, who claimed he was a broker, to coax me into a rendezvous
We met at Mukwano Shopping Centre, the former UTC park. After 6:00pm, the place transforms itself from a shopping centre into a number of drinking joints that extend beyond their verandas to cover the entire parking space. Each of Phioâ€™s Downtown Restaurant, The meeting Point, Shining Star Restaurant, MargieLax Restaurant, Happy Endings Restaurant and Shed cafÃ© have a different colour of seats and take customers according to the seat one has sat on.
A waitress led me from my 4X4 to one of the tables with a â€˜Reservedâ€™ placard, where I was told Hajat would join me soon. It turned out she was a proprietor of one of the restaurants-that-turns-into-bars at night. But the only drink available was beer and UG, which was hidden under the counters!
Hajat was a reflection of wealth; fat, orange-brown skin, nice straight perm, silk-rich robe and rich lipstick, gold bangles and necklaces all over her. She begged me not to call her Hajat because of the type of business she was running. So I called her Sarah.
She explained that her landlord, Mukwano, forbade them to sell any spirits at his premises. In fact their tenantsâ€™ agreement prohibits anything, whose middle name is alcoholic. But it had nothing to do with Oboteâ€™s kidneys. Mukwanoâ€™s religion was the cause. He eventually accepted only beer because Ugandans could not get used to the idea of food without a cold beer.
But he swore to shoot down any spirit as soon as it landed on his soil. I wanted to play hard to get and Sarah did not seem to know how to seduce a big man like me. When I declared I wanted to leave, she did not plead that I stay. We ended up promising each other to meet again. I donâ€™t know whether I missed a chance or the chance missed me.
Meeting a sugar mummy