A nice looking human being crossed my path of vision.As you can recall from your Physics ,light travels in a straight line so I couldn't help but notice.There is this famous saying"When in Rome,do as Kenyans do",so I went after her in hot pursuit.
Many years ago, Scientists met and unanimously agreed that tall people cannot dance(I think it was also during this conference that they decided that the scientific name for cleavage was the mammary sulcus,but that's beside the point).I decided to defy science and show that daughter of Museveni some Kenyan moves.
The dancing was fine until hypoglycemia came knocking.You see,with rice being my respiratory substrate(ugali then had become a luxury),I couldn't keep up with my Ugandan counterpart who was being fuelled by matoke.I excused myself and went to look for 10%Dextrose.
Back in Kenya while closing my personal books of account ,I realised that there was some cash which was unaccounted for.Then it hit me that the Museveni girl might have helped herself with it.
At some point while dancing ,she might have softly rubbed my anterior frontanelle leaving me in status happilepticus and then proceeding to do her thing.In my defense,I thought this frontanelle rubbing business was a signature Ugandan dance move.
When trading,it is only fair to let your trading partner know when you are taking his/her money in exchange of the services you have offered.What that Ugandan beauty did is against the East African Community spirit.
With the help of a four figure elementary maths table and a scientific calculator(fx-82ms),I came to find out that the actual sum lost was almost worth two month's daily supply of avocado.F*#%ing unbelievable!
All I ever wanted was to represent my nation and the boy child.Is this too much to ask for?
Anyway,yaliyo ndwele si pite.
