Of pensioners and minors

It is not rare to see a not too young man in a movie with a more than slightly younger lady in his company. Certainly not for the sake of business or even a father- daughter routine. I have always thought the guys just predate on the young souls without giving them a chance to think about it.

So you pass by posh hang out joints like boda boda and the sight is of bald temples crowning grey haired chins sipping expensive whiskeys and shisha in the company of size zero twenty something year olds. (No telling whether some are not even eighteen because the age arithmetic seems to run low on battery around that age group). You read newspapers telling of a Turkish  pedophile arrested with absurd tapes involving minors only to be let go after a simple fine of six million. 

You probably expect me to spend time talking about the popular socialites who just got a break in life by modeling clothes (or the lack of them); or having a nice melody to their name....bottom line anything to catch the eye of a loaded son of Adam. No they didn't go to accounting school, med school, law school or of course not engineering school ( who does that? pun intended ). Beauty school maybe ( or is it called fashion school?) Well, at least one of those nerdy places where you learn how to weave your hair back and forth (In Ugawood, you don't have to be below 14 to do that). 

Anyway the only fascinating story is what I witnessed from a young girl called Mariam engaging a barber. So this girl is say 15-16, give or take, a senior four student who I hope is back to school by now. So she happens to have her hair cut at this particular place when on holiday (thank God for the short hair policy in most high schools); and she is so discreet that everyone around seems to know that she is seeing a young ka boy at school. So Jose (the barber) asks, "Howz  yo ka guy"

 Mariam: "mhhh (sneers) ako sikagala nakukagala ( I don't even like him)

Jose: " ate lwaki? (why)

Mariam: "ako kavu kakaba bukabi? ( He is broke )

She goes on about how she cannot ever think of marrying him. How she wants a man who is respectable and that she wouldn't mind being seen at a beach walking with a pot bellied man. How all she cares about is a man who can build her mother a house. Genuinely her opinion is that she does not want her children to suffer like she did. That they should be able to live in better houses, go to good schools, have vacations and stuff.
Mariam: " Obulnzi obutusingako emyaka ebiiri esaatu, biba byakwmanyira bwemanyira" (boys who are just 2 or 3 years older than me have nothing serious to offer).
Jose: "ate bwaba akwagala? (What if he loves you)
Mariam: "ebyo biiki?" (That's crap sic )

Mariam says that A-level is just two years and then real life begins. That she will be like 22 and will get a rich man of about 40 who will just make life easy for her. That she actually likes the ka boy as he is but just for  fun purposes but nothing serious. She went on about how she loves an expensive kwanjula like the ones on Televisions and how it is not her problem that young guys seem not to have enough money to spoil their girl friends.

All this time I was trying hard not to ruin my hair cut with constant giggling. An abrasion on the chin is not one easily explainable so I laboured to concentrate on what I had come to do. But this girl....15 and she has her dream undoing figured out. I guess I should better focus on Denzel and Luggudde in the BBA, oba what is that even about. As if Iryn's return wasn't enough news. Anti that is how even Gaetano made news.  Bad boy/girl coming home.(Set ups and the mystery of them aside). Anyway thank you Mahogany for the bailout... I hear you are Iryn's uncle? Anyway non of my business I don't even know how old she is. Oba it is just Desire and Seya just making news?

I tell you my young lads, just like every job ad asks for experience, it looks like it is not just about desk jobs. I'll leave it at that. Although I don't recommend that my brothers should follow suit, all I mean to say that is they should be open eyed, like flying without unnecessary perching!

Peace out.

Meat at the funeral.

The irony of life is always not so far away from our next footstep.  Pardon me if I don't have a coherent solution to the ignominy but truth be told, life squeezes in and out us at unpredictable intervals, so who am I to claim a straight jacket antidote for a bitter sweet epidermic. Nevertheless, what we always have control over is what goes through the body part above the neck. Somehow no matter what is going on around you, cancerous though it might seem; you have the absolute liberty to think about a kiln furnace or the Hawaiian sun. If this makes a difference, God I hope it does; then maybe the grimace may be restricted to the momentary itches that pervade our fallible casing.