…..and the night comes in,5pm finds me chilling out with my ’switch master’ friends, Sam,and Mark(always chill out with this dude),tlc club near the pool,just watching all the damsels swimming and on our beer,me on a coca-cola,before the beer.
Evening seems to be on a downhill,just talking about money and the need to have it,how beer is sweet on a night when brokenness is all over the boys,Sam is expecting some money,tho he has to leave, get it and also see his woman,oh he has a pregnant-live-in girlfriend,so he has drop off some stuff.
He never turns up,after our wait for him,sends his apologies,and we are stuck.
We end up going for cheap beer at the Cheese bar,the plan had been for the Club Rouge,but since their are financial constraints,then Cheese bar is the only place we can chill out from,after-all its also playing the same Rock music we are searching for.
The Cheese bar used to be a good hangout then,lots of university girls and what we would call “optical nutrition”,but then today its really empty,luckily the DJ,is known to me and so we do request for our favourites,and he is at our service.
Despite all this,the Club Rouge,with all its comfort and ambiance,is a good place,minus the lots of wannabes.but the Kampala women their,are the cream-Dela -cream,as we always say.Its the kind of crowd you would want to chill out with,though the drinks they take(girls),mostly cocktails are way above a “switch-mans”wallet.
My club beer is all over my lips,sipping it slowly,not wanting it to empty faster.But these are nights when you don’t want to meet any Ugandan chick,coz the only thing they would do,is ask you for a drink,which your not going to afford,and yet you have to keep the stakes up.
I always love Kampala,its the one place you will have fun week-in-week-out,Monday to Monday,including that Sunday,their is always a happening joint,a place to have that drink and chill from.
Sometimes i just do wonder whether i just love my drink or its just me,being me,coz day in,day out,the only ‘plot’ i have is go out their and get me and my buddies a drink,not caring for a fact that i might even be on a tight budget.
If some of the stuff in this post does not make sense,don’t judge,am posting under the influence,i just love the net so much that i can not enter bed,without looking around,and seeing what the world is up to.
And so i end up saying something,its just the story of my life and the times am living,why not.
Lots of stories to appear,its only the words that might disappear,and the fact that here in Africa we have a problem with electricity,and the net is not as good.We survive!!we do!.