It is always road users complaining about the dust and later thanking Jennifer Musisi for the good work. If your shop or office happens to be where KCCA decides to do a road revamp, woes are well in order. Needless to say, after the stuffy air has settled you will smile at the sleek tarmac right at your door step. Why don't they just do these roads at night when we are asleep? Don't they watch movies ?! duh!
Too bad for our fellow hustlers whose businesses have been labelled illegal and have had their kiosks razed to the ground. It is like waking up one day and finding that boda bodas are illegal in Kampala! That day will be such a massive lay-off for all purposes and intents. My friends, it is actually true that your type of businesses do not exist in more organised cities like Kigali and Jo'burg; but then I digress. The paucity of my rumbling is on the woes of the bachelor hustler. Why make life even harder than it is already cut out to be. Guy goes through MUK surviving on kikumi kikumi and one expects that to change in a flash.
So this young man has for the past week or so been using a different route to work or he's been that absorbed with his headphones to and from work. Whatever the case, he has not noticed the changes going on around his local town-Luzira. So fast forward Friday evening. After a week of tedious paper pushing and street trotting; meetings upon deadlines, the hapless lad grabs a boda boda to his simple bachelor pad. Despite the added expense, sometimes this boda fare cannot be stacked up upon the Friday evening taxis. The mixed perfume scents are struggling for ventilation against the swealtering heat; the muggy armpits are equally rough-housing for breath and not to say that the foul oral redolence is helping the situation. Occasionally a disgruntled rear will let up a silent but not to be ignored protest. The cuisine inspired whiff will linger around long enough to conjure up all sorts of grimy faces from well sited lads and make up made up lil belles alike. The culprit will probably be engrossed in his or her smart phone reading this.hehehe The traffic jam on a Friday evening has never been in such a patient mood..O boy!!
Assuming the helmet-less boda ride is justified, the young man sinks into his stiff edged sofa. Laugh if you must, but in this part of the world, it is not that yielding to get yourself a leather body massaging sofa unless you happen to have a Kazinda connection. Just saying! Mr. man slowly reaches for the remote as he sheds off the day's costumes bit by bit. One stocking here, another there, steady slow pulling at the tie; a button here and yet another there. This dawdling ritual is accomplished contemporaneously with yet another of channel surfing just in the hope that GO-TV has come up with some entertaining channels for once.
After settling for some trivia channel, he does that for say thirty minutes and then just switches to Super Sport Select for left over soccer replays. It is not until about 10:00pm that he realises that he might need to grab a bite. Too late for the kitchen certainly and junk food is just too much a torture at that time of the night. Poor thing grabs some shorts, a T.shirt, some Clark flip flops, a wallet and off he goes in search of a some supper. He is sure his street-side food ladies will do for now or will they?
Ofcourse KCCA has been working on the roads around so one has to be steady in the muddy-cum dusty paths in the neighbourhood but that is to be expected. What is unforgivable is what hits the poor chap when he reaches his famous food roadside kitchen, restaurant...whatever it is they call a string of women with saucepans lined along the road with all sorts of comestible in fair and rather cheap rations. Shock upon shock, the whole stretch has been cordoned off with poles well lined up at mathematical intervals. The whole place has been dug up and boasts of upside down pieces of earth smiling with a ghastly mocking pout. Somewhere in city hall, Jennifer Musisi's alter ego is busy smiling at this youg man pacing up and down looking in horror at the closed restaurants and inviting bars!!
As he promenades along the streets willing something to show up with some simmering chicken and rice, poor lad, almost walks into a pharmacy because it almost looked like a supermarket!... but KCCA no no no!!! another empty stomach thanks to you!!!
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