An epidemic of the mannequins has come over us leaving contamination in its wake. I consider myself to be a man in my prime age and considerably important. In fact, I cannot think of anyone more important than I am in my circles. Well, my boss and a few after him in hierarchy are not to be scaled here. So it still beats me, how small minded and pig-headed anyone can be if I made them aware of this notion and all they have in retort is, “Grow up”. I sometimes have the courtesy to reiterate, and this is usually met with jeers and sneers. I hate it when I have to make the same statement a third time. Usually I am left alone then. It is a good thing I am all grown up; I had zero tolerance for these slow minds.
You are probably wondering why I am in a rather standoff-ish mood. It’s not that long or even interesting a story. I went to see a young lady, notably late, at a Makerere hostel and got into a fight with a gateman for not letting me in. But before this, I had tried friendly, smooth then kittu kidogo…nothing worked. I mean, this guy should have considered himself lucky to get pocket change from an affluent member of the community. So you can imagine how not amused I was when he still said “NO”. So I became a jerk. Flashing out my blackberry and calling Becky out in the cold, I made some hurtful remarks towards the askari, in passing of course. But that is not why I’m telling you all this. It beats me how much I cannot battle a simple mind to reason.
Same scenario about four years ago, I was the best. I have the feeling that if I had put my mind to it, I would sell a kabiriti(promotional low grade phones) to myself and God knows I hated those phones. I had the technique where I would throw this guy off course by talking about how these girls make us do crazy things, probably showing off a new pair of shoes and revealing how much I spent just to borrow the car I had rolled up with. After a few laughs I would be let in with a warning, “I’m giving you only ten minutes” and we all know how that would go. But that is not the case with the new me. I have a company car (thank God) and I do not spend that much on it. I have some classy but not new pair of shoes on and I do not know why, but I seem to have lost my charm when it comes to the lesser folk. Call it the battle of the classes and in this one, my far superior class is losing.
But I don’t need that. I decided she should come down and see me instead. She did. But due to my very aggrieved mood, I in many ways drove her back to her room so many points were not made clear. That only means one thing, I have lost my charm with the gate-men. Big deal. But the girls too!?! I find this most disconcerting. I am a good guy, why is this part of my life not working out much as planned? I do believe in karma but still do not get what I must have done to disgrace the powers that be. So as I sped off that night all I could think about is how lower than the simple people I felt after all that. I needed some gin in the system before I could shake off these feelings. I headed to Mango Groove in Bugolobi, got light headed and finally had a bit of fun with myself. But one thing is certain, I have lost my edge over the smaller men and I seriously need it back.
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