KCCA S.E.X TAPE LEAKS

Starring Aunt J. n Lord M. EL Esq…

Without letting your eyes twerk out of socket, here is the defense.

A movie like that would sure make a Hallmark moment happen. Except ofcourse it would not be from UCU and probably would have a more sophisticated narrator Like Seya. (who in his own movie would do well as the godfather). It would have enough dynamic dyfunctions to keep a team of modern family therapists working overtime. Not to say that the said bracket of elites shares a unique set of passions and proclivites but their pettiness is at times as trivial as a child's puppet show! 

To think that NRM would bring us so many good things like the "icrips"! Anyway, back to mulamwa, to think that most people reading this, at one point in the last few weeks were subjected to clips from ( I’m not conversant with the blue industry jargons, I’ll ask Mugarura Eric)…purportedly UCU clips. Albeit absent from the sordid affair, quite  a substantial pair of eyes reading this salvaged the exchanges of passion like dry sponges waiting to be filled, even if just for the briefest of moments. (Stop feeling guilty but you know I am right). To think that such an insidious violation would get that great an optical ovation speaks volumes of our entrenched inclination to perversion. How easy it is for people to veer off life's highway in the same exact spots, is a clear indicator that more often than not, the torch that burns in a man's soul is but a mere ember flickering in the wind. Don't we have better things like proposing how to sweep streets at night to save children with sinuses on their way to school?

While it is oft times above our pay grade( like we even have a minimum wage) to control the flow of human frailty, and this is ofcourse if you appreciate the enormous gravity of depravity of so man things; if Musisi and Lukwago are both basajja ba Kabaka ( I know Jenny is female so Gozanga Mbalangu spare me...), learned friends ( of the Wante generation), Ugandans; why they be bickering and scowling like obukoko obutto (young babes of hens)? If Lukwago is so interested in helping the Wanainchi whay does he have a personalized number plate on his four wheel..( mpozi he is a lord!!...who doesn't care about roads but unsitting Musisi). Any person you find in opposition has a niche for pointing out the negativity with a sort of athletic poetry but when it comes to addressing real pressing issues,

the mumble and jumble supercedes the rain-forest jungle tapestry. After all, we are all scouring under every Kampala pothole looking for dime. So we spend money on a tribunal, then more millions on appeals, counter appeals and the like.

Don't you like how Kayihura now became a social media expert. So Police jumps on a fake terror alert like a Kenyan turpedo scuppering a Ugandan vessel on Migingo Island, and they weild their usual metal detectors that whine at everything from breast curves to shoe strings..riyale?!!, Shooting attackers do not care for plastic metal detectors honestly.

So if kids know that there are no jobs after grad, should they resort to a less brainiac profession in the bathroom?, the city controllers are probably trail blazing with their equally amorous political dalliances with each other. Ofcourse we cannot say that such a  Sex tape has leaked because tabloids are tired of Jenny v Luks, Bebe v the reptile clan, Everyone, anor! Political pettiness is perversion that pervades us buri daily! The excitement that came with it is now like the Nakivubo channel under the Owino bridge.

S. E. X.- Silly Examples of Xenogamy. I looked up that X word and I was told that google had not yet read about it but it was a good word for scrabble purposes! www.matsikogodwin.blogspot.com

Aisle Fest

Thank you for this courtesy call Mr. Mugarura Eric. You ask, should, we wed? I say shouldn't we bet? 

It could well be a tale told by a rambunctious hapless lank who never launches the ship he has spent his whole life building upon the beautiful and tempestuous seas!

It could well be the forlorn soliloquy conjured up by the Chis- Kom lov ting, that is not to in anyway  surmise that I believe any part of the story. When the Queen mother, (no wonder she is called Best) decided to back her daughter in marrying this stranger-descendant of an African slave, there were mixed feelings. Neo-colonialism, Obamarism or the green card syndrome has had its prime but me thinks who am I to judge. Lil wild beauty of the Babito; globe trots ( thanks to our late king of kings (sic) RIP...oba) and lands on a Vegas bound bloke for the dock! She was perhaps too royal to do a ka Bad Black, she probably didn't need the dime, but again that is all we can gain from edited media. 11 months and we just sing.( we were young when I first saw you...Taylor Swift please be like Adele and do a few break up songs or do you already?)

Anyway Mr. E, I am not sure uncle Neri..what? (Nerima Nelson) is potent specimen for a four by six zero grazing UNEB practical exam, but again I could be wrong. That guy is better left in Kagugube torture chambers mole setting bar course students. Captain Dollar has his way of remaining in motion towards the southern hemisphere via pirated beats and unsuspecting talk radio high school fans. Me thinks he like you tries to strip off the armor foisted by others. It is disarmingly humble of you to feign guilt over your lapse of 20/20 vision but whether that exonerates a short of the bull's eye discernment; I preserve my humble verdict just for the mere incubation of your petulant self-esteem.

If you like it put a stone around it. My conviction is inspired by a combination of boyish naivete, faith yet undaunted by life's dents and dings in this formidable task of facing the giants. Whether it is a modest snore, a rotten egg inspired passing off in the rear, life has it's ugly heads that it rears every once so often. One aspect of being a beast of burden is resigning to the fact that however big you grow, you privates dangle in the jungle for even the young to see. (Ask our four legged friends). Someone will have to put up with your Tusker motivated breath, someone will raise the children that you harvest from your wild oats...someone will nurse you when you get the rich man's disease (HIV). Someone will pay the price, because my boy, those Zuma and Mswati merry go rounds have their domino effect,they trickle down to effect the pain on uninviting inhabitants of the collateral geography. (call it neighbour principle).

Some of these things are strikingly resonant of an epiphany of life changing proportions. Do not pretend to be a boy scout when you are not one because claustrophobic tendencies will creep in at their own appointed intervals to snuff out the vain confidence you so dearly clutch to. it may well just be a boat of straws.

Despite my preference for sobriety, I am not oblivious to the booming production of bitter CH (lowercase2) O. Speke road has been a constant streak of genital merchandise (citation Mugarura Eric) whether I am a customer or not. Sometimes you think you are setting yourselve above the knuckle heads for all too obvious prospects.

I say let us give the brave ones a breather. All we turn out to be is a bus load of critics or better still armchair quarter backs so without a whack of the reality check. After all, we are wild and free or are we? There is great beauty in marriage and if you ask me, I say ; the loser is the man who never chisels the marbel to release the beauty he sees within, a man who never risks challenging his mind and committing himself wholeheartedly to the endeavors for which he was made.

Hope this puts the aisle fest rest.