Issues regarding eve’s creatures don’t usually get to my head or nerves except maybe, down south (it shouldn’t take you months to figure that out).
After the pioneer experience of 31 stinking armpits and 60 illiterates, my short distance journies shifted to the taxis that for long I had had a sting on. The fact that I sat in any taxi after the buses’ arrival angered me to my pulse and every moment in them was a sure limbo descent.
For this particular time, I was at these lumpens’ strike in Kyambogo, (they’d not been served bread I guess you figure out the lumpen description). So my journal escapades as usual landed me another sting on the dreaded, filthy stench filled taxis from the meant-to-be- university back to Nakawa before I could switch back to the pioneer civilization. Careful not to ruin my day further, I sat close to this close-to-being beautiful girl, one of those that God forgot a bit in the oven while chatting with Moses. The fact that we were in Banda, it was hard to differentiate whether the stench my nostrils were getting was from the garbage, taxis or this trump sitted next to me.
Her hair was obviously the reason I had thought Jennifer Musisi was carrying out a KCCA garbage collecting audition or perhaps she was the face of a piggery farm somewhere in Kawanda. WOMEN!!!! , the fact that you are guzzlers of our dimes makes me puzzled to find this one thing next to me (ran out of words to describe her this time) .