Which Arsenal party?
Jul 30, 2005
Imagine! I cut my child’s Sports Day because of Arsenal’s victory party. I bought five cards at a total cost of sh100,000 and also bought Mrs Rover’s clearance by leaving her with my 4X4.
Imagine! I cut my child’s Sports Day because of Arsenal’s victory party. I bought five cards at a total cost of sh100,000 and also bought Mrs Rover’s clearance by leaving her with my 4X4.
I packed four women — Diana, her friends and auntie — in her small car and headed for Lugogo Rugby Club in fear that I would find the place sinking under the weight of Arsenal fans. Before entering, some street kid came to my window with sh1,000 pleading to be put in the car boot so that he enters free of charge.
I hate fraud (I have ever called corruption frightening names) but I looked in the kid’s eyes and allowed him in — into the car’s boot I mean. The guy driving the car behind me put on a face like he was looking at a doctor murdering his wife! Why can’t people appreciate charity work?
At the entrance, I told the bouncer we were six. He recounted us and insisted we were five. I let us go by his word, absolving myself of the sin of smuggling in revellers. The stowaway got out in the parking.
But where were the fans? Ocheger’s Action Party could raise more supporters. We were directed to the VIP stadium, accessed via a narrow stairway, resembling exactly the way to heaven — narrow, slippery and wooden. Diana’s auntie — but it was more like her real ssenga from the demands she was making — almost failed to fit in the stairway.
Once up, the drinks and eats we had been promised on the house were neither here nor there. We needed coupons but the guy who was said to have them must have been a very forgetful person. He asked us ‘which coupons?’ and directed us to an open bar! That was when Betty, the woman who gave us a nice time at Blue Star Pub on Salaama Road, Kibuye, declared that we were not paupers and decided to buy booze instead.
Beer was at sh2,000 and goat meat sh1,500 a stick.
Apparently, only those in the internal movement caucus accessed coupons.
The MTN truck, upon which musicians like Bebe Cool, Emperor Orlando and Red Banton were performing, was at the other end of the pitch, too far for us to ascertain whether Banton was actually red or Kid Fox was really a fox. Syda Bbumba wasn’t invited and so, power had to go briefly. If the league is going to follow like this, we are in for tears — lots of tears.
I decided to give Mbidde, Arsenal fans’ boss, a piece of my mind but angry and thirsty revellers hounded him. When I finally got him, he told me to stay where I was — he was bringing coupons. I am still there Mr Mbidde; I still want my coupons!
Then some three buckets of roasted beef were delivered upstairs. You should have seen the pandemonium. The struggle sent the buckets rolling and the meat flying in all direction except ours. Shame!
Betty benevolently kept us afloat the sand dunes of thirst. She knew many revellers around and even got coupons from them. She is a nice woman, mother of two. From the head to the waist, she is beautiful to the bone but from there, the bums and legs spoil the soup. If I were the president I would make her two districts; the North and the South. She told us she does not get drunk or tipsy — she gets chemically inconvenienced, which means she is brilliant. She can make a good sugar mummy.
I wonder why I am getting so impressed with her!
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I packed four women — Diana, her friends and auntie — in her small car and headed for Lugogo Rugby Club in fear that I would find the place sinking under the weight of Arsenal fans. Before entering, some street kid came to my window with sh1,000 pleading to be put in the car boot so that he enters free of charge.
I hate fraud (I have ever called corruption frightening names) but I looked in the kid’s eyes and allowed him in — into the car’s boot I mean. The guy driving the car behind me put on a face like he was looking at a doctor murdering his wife! Why can’t people appreciate charity work?
At the entrance, I told the bouncer we were six. He recounted us and insisted we were five. I let us go by his word, absolving myself of the sin of smuggling in revellers. The stowaway got out in the parking.
But where were the fans? Ocheger’s Action Party could raise more supporters. We were directed to the VIP stadium, accessed via a narrow stairway, resembling exactly the way to heaven — narrow, slippery and wooden. Diana’s auntie — but it was more like her real ssenga from the demands she was making — almost failed to fit in the stairway.
Once up, the drinks and eats we had been promised on the house were neither here nor there. We needed coupons but the guy who was said to have them must have been a very forgetful person. He asked us ‘which coupons?’ and directed us to an open bar! That was when Betty, the woman who gave us a nice time at Blue Star Pub on Salaama Road, Kibuye, declared that we were not paupers and decided to buy booze instead.
Beer was at sh2,000 and goat meat sh1,500 a stick.
Apparently, only those in the internal movement caucus accessed coupons.
The MTN truck, upon which musicians like Bebe Cool, Emperor Orlando and Red Banton were performing, was at the other end of the pitch, too far for us to ascertain whether Banton was actually red or Kid Fox was really a fox. Syda Bbumba wasn’t invited and so, power had to go briefly. If the league is going to follow like this, we are in for tears — lots of tears.
I decided to give Mbidde, Arsenal fans’ boss, a piece of my mind but angry and thirsty revellers hounded him. When I finally got him, he told me to stay where I was — he was bringing coupons. I am still there Mr Mbidde; I still want my coupons!
Then some three buckets of roasted beef were delivered upstairs. You should have seen the pandemonium. The struggle sent the buckets rolling and the meat flying in all direction except ours. Shame!
Betty benevolently kept us afloat the sand dunes of thirst. She knew many revellers around and even got coupons from them. She is a nice woman, mother of two. From the head to the waist, she is beautiful to the bone but from there, the bums and legs spoil the soup. If I were the president I would make her two districts; the North and the South. She told us she does not get drunk or tipsy — she gets chemically inconvenienced, which means she is brilliant. She can make a good sugar mummy.
I wonder why I am getting so impressed with her!
Ends