Thursday, October 20, 2005

happenings at the workplace of universal love

finally my nagging and whinning and plain well bitching paid off and this friend i was telling you about a few entries back finally did start up a blog. with back up capital from me. you can check out his blog at http://undo.blogspirit.com i promise that it will be worth it if you wish to have thoughtful, sensitive and insightful takes on kampala life. we are urbanites all of us. but his blog comes closest to telling you what it really means to live in kampala.

since today is praise singing day, i might as well let you in on another loop. rather hot this one. and great. it's something that occured at xmikolo's workplace. demonstrating another theory of mine that has long been dear to my heart and i believe is true. businesses in kampala survive on not paying their workers and cheating those who demand payment. brought to you by the powers of yahoo instant messenger, read and laugh:

Xmikolo: I sometimes write wrong spelling because the drama enfolding these endz never ceases, U can imagine having an ear out for the chaos and trying to pretend you are busy at the same time. Someone has just been condemned to, as Hardy called it, reading a lot of Ecclesiastes. Having had a lot of money hoping it would be paid only to meet smug, sly shrewd, conniving thieves, a.k.a sweet babe and her backup singers


hetaeri1: okay that was the in-house code version of saying things. now tell us outsiders what the drama is about.

Xmikolo: Some guy, people around here call him Castle. I should find out why one of these days. But he is such a jolly fella he should never cry, you know.

Xmikolo: so

hetaeri1: ?

Xmikolo: Listen-wait

Xmikolo: the story continues

Xmikolo: So he comes like all the condemned types that do business with us, he comes everyday, cracks jokes and gets promised his money the next day, and today he just cracked. You don’t want to see a funny man cry.

Xmikolo: so

hetaeri1: go on

Xmikolo: Funny in that he is so much full of fun that you can never imagine he even cries. Castle cried in between the shouts of how they can go to hell and enjoy their money. I tried to sink into the desk, at least.

hetaeri1: is Castle a white guy or a black guy?

hetaeri1: gwe u are making me laugh too much!!!

Xmikolo: i tried to sink into the desk, at least spare myself the faces of the Back up singers looking on disgustedly. Sweet babe was scared I think. But in the end, the tide just swept all right where it belongs. Castle right out of the way, the backup singers started imitating the man who “cries like a babe.”

Xmikolo: Castle is a black ugandan.

1 comment:

UGnative said...

Nothing is as personal as the money you have toiled for