I don’t know whether to cry or laugh, feel sorry for or let my morals take into motions here. I don’t know if it’s offensive or not and I still don’t know what to do. To blog about this or not but I will go straight to the point after the back ground check
So Uganda has some high and mighty, the rich and famous. While you are crying about your empty pockets they are flying some slim thang to Guangzhou for shopping. This lot also keeps a list of girls they want to bone. They don’t care whether you are sisters, workmates, best friends or mother and daughter. They just care that you will be stupoid enough to fall for their crap lift your skirt up and face the ceiling in one of their slaughter houses.
Because of my trade, I know a few of these morons who are married by the way. And I know one or the other has had a go with the same girl. This I mean, two very good friends boning the same girl.
But anywho, as manly instinct I guess, I cant blame the guys for making a pass at me at some point or the other. There is nothing new here and it’s not something to show off about. But really for me to jump into this sea of shit, how will I gather the conscience to come back here and talk to you my blogren family.
So said dude in this Moron’s Club be on my case for like forever. The pervert looks like a baboon walking on fours. He also has his money, lots of it. He also has a fleet of some of the most expensive cars in Uganda, a life time membership to whatever club for me, trips to wherever and if I so as agree to his crap, I would be driving a few months down the road. Now weigh this side to side with my respect for you my family before I get to my real family. MY MOTHER.
Plus I said the dude looks like a baboon on fours. And the fool drives one of the most expensive Range Rovers I have seen on Ugandan soil I forgot.
The said money bags also has HIV and AIDS.
So really if any of the above wasn’t gonna scare me including that he is married, I surely don’t go around acting stupid. I don’t know if moral questions come into play here or what but I like for this guy to respect the fact that he is married and also keep his thingie under lock and key least he is tempted to go with someone’s daughter without protection. I hear at some point in a sex relationship things tend to take this road and one morning you wake up and there is no condom.
So anywho the dilemma is this.
Because I couldn’t show face at Faze II just so I am not made to write about immoral acts in this house, and coz I had sold my soul to this snake, I settle for catching the 12 fame chasers at Venue. My friend said she was there with her catch. And what do you know, my knight in shining horror was sitting with them.
So I sit my butt down next to my friend and buffoon gets down to his old game.
Minutes later a pretty young thing walks in looking like candy on a bar. I am no lesbian but I know a good looking when I see good looking. She is also one hell of a chatter box.
So anyway she dishes out her pleasantries and settles besides the buffoon. Me don’t know zilch about the connection between these two coz I be thinking no sane girl can say yes to this this this kind. In fact I be thinking she is his daughter. But wapi, this Miss Pretty Chatter Box is down for whatever.
Chatter Box sipping her chocolate: “There is no Aids in my family anyway. But anyway only one auntie of mine has died of Aids”
At some point in the small talk, I don’t remember which because Morris was stepping his designer shoe out of the Mercedes, the topic had changed to HIV.
Either she is trying her hand at sit down comedy but the four of us who have some idea FREEZE and keep silent. I could have sworn I was hearing Buffoon’s heart beating. And please don’t get me wrong, I am calling this buffoon names coz of his philandering ways not his status.
“Can you imagine this Juma was trying to line me? He tapped me on my shoulder and I said what the fuck do you want? I have heard many times that he has Aids. So I told him aint you the Juma who goes around lining girls and giving them Aids?”
Again more silence because seriously that is like shooting someone in the vena cava through the pulmonary artery.
“Me how can I date someone with Aids?”
This time I wish the ground could swallow me but all we can afford is
“uuuuuummmmmm” and more silence.
“Banage silimu aluma. There is nothing as bad and painful as Aids. Naye me I don’t want to get it because I saw my auntie suffering.”
So young lady what are you doing with this married man when you know that you are married.
No I am no ambassador of morals and their tenants. I try as much as possible to remember what my mother taught me and a few times-ok many times-I have done stuff out of the moral line. But at this point I, I mean we didn’t know what to say so the lady I know says
“Why don’t we leave those topics alone?”
You should have heard how fast we all agreed to her suggestion. And it was time to go anyway. So beautiful young thing speeds off with said guy with a bruised ego in his Mercedes sports car and I jump into a taxi home.
At which point I am thinking do I look for young girl and tell her to run for dear life? Won’t I come off as jealous loser who only wants to get buffoon for myself? Do I just sit back and relax like all other people who know the two but won’t say a word? Is it my business to scout for people who are dating HIV positive people that I might know for a fact? What is the morals here coz I don’t get what sort of person I am supposed to be at this point.
Chanel 
