TUKOOYE!!!

It starts like so's....

First off, I'd like to explain the title to this post. For the readers that are not at par with the Luganda lingual. It is not my mother tongue but it has such a knack for ...saying things as they really are. The title word for instance, translates to,"WE ARE TIRED!!!".Now that we are all on board, I'll proceed to rant. Yes, today I shall go off like a back-alley raised child. But I don't really care. Scratch that. I do not care at all. My city;Kampala, has been going down the drain for the longest time& its time I joined the fist-pounders.
Maybe the noise will build up& finally make a sound long enough to attract the right sort of attention.
So without further ado,presenting the reasons why I am pulling my hair out of its roots.A strand at a time.

Feel my pain...??


IT IS HOT IN HERE!!

I am a glass-half-full sort of person. Very optimistic. I believe that one very near day, I shall be able to afford all the shoes in the world. Plus some shares in the Coca-Cola company.
But this heat has dried all the water outta my bubble. Which explains why am looking at the sunny side of things with very unfriendly eyes. The heat has taken the fun out of everything.
Case in point; Happy Hour at Iguana is no more. Heat& cocktails only go well on TV scenes from Miami beaches. Not the same with high body temperature emissions from Kampala's working class. That is toxic.
This heat has worsened my coke addiction, am up to 4bottles from one per day...
And that is not good news for my hips. They bond well with sugar and well...this friendship tends to widen until my jeans cannot contain it.
Buying new denims is always lovely. But when it's 'coz the old ones cannot contain the new curves, well...I get icky& the all the sweating from this heat doesn't help at all. We have started to suffer ailments that we have up to now only read of in Cosmo& Glamor& O!.

Sun burn. Seriously. Afflicting indigenous Kampalans. We as a nation need to join our sweaty palms in prayer for rain.

Kyaba TOO MUCH.

These excuses of roads.
I dare to put my life on the line&say with all the confidence I can muster, that this is the one issue on which all Ugandans agree. The roads are terrible. Horrendous. Shaming. Fill in your choice of word. I believe our city has its higher points but today, I am complaining. For those that might not be in sync with what am saying, let me paint you a picture.

Our roads are pot-holed, they have ridges-yes, like the ones in mountainous areas, they are narrow& with every Ugandan making it a point to purchase a car, several of the roads are now etching their way into the pavements. So-called maintenance works end up with the roads sewn over. With patches at different points that give the poor, poor roads a semblance to the elbow points on Inspector Derrick's jackets. The holes are so deep, rough-edged& when the sun is not taking her bright naturedness a tad too far, they are water-filled. People claim to have seen fish swim in these holes.
The situation is so bad, a radio station once held a competition that promised monetary rewards to anyone who could find an entire road that was void of a pot-hole. No one took that money. And it wasn't for lack of trying. The city doesn't have even one entirely smooth road.
We have a national crisis on our hands. Me& several other Ugandans wonder as to what roads these so-called representatives of the people use. Maybe it helps that their cars are way above the ground, and that the repair costs are covered by our taxes.
But we do not pay taxes because we want to see you cruise by at rush hour, turn on your sirens& literally bully us off the roads. We also be wanting to go home. Especially since most of us actually work.
Here's a thought; widen the roads, actually use the allocated funds to repair the roads. Yes, ALL of the funds. It's not that hard.Then you'll have something to boast of for the next 20years.
You'll get your new rovers next year.
Seriously, we are fed-up.


UMEME
Dear which-ever-incompetent person that runs this even-more-incompetent-sorry-excuse-of-an-organization, quit this little game of hide&seek that you have going on with our wiring systems& light bulbs.These things of turning the darkness on at inappropriate hours are not as cool as you have gotten yourselves to believe.
You do not load shed us on Sundays-any time on Sunday is inappropriate. Most of us stay home all day, doing things such as family lunch, bonding with family members we hardly see during the week. And when that is done, we like to watch TV for the rest of the day. We actually need power for that.
You do not sentence us to darkness at awkward week-day hours. Say, 8pm on a Wednesday night. Maybe you don't keep with the times, but kids need to do their home work. They use computers these days. And those need power to ran. Candles don't quite do the trick.

Like wise,you cannot switch us off at 5am. Normal folk like myself have to press/ iron our clothes. Yes, we understand that you guys have official office garb that only makes contact with power when you're switching us off.
But the bankers, lawyers and other well...other working elite do not have to climb poles to work or pretend to work. So,we cannot throw on over rolls, creased, folded& greased and head to work.

On.,Off..Off...

 Our clients prefer the neat, polished look. And we aim for customer satisfaction. Unlike some people.
Like most service providers in the country, you have mastered the art of shamelessness.

The down side is that only you peeps do the power supply thing. The downer side being, you are prompt at bill presentation. You are pushing your luck here. Seeing as you actually ran out of luck where most of us are concerned, you are pushing your misfortune.
You are nursing a revolution.I kid you not, we shall find a way to replace you.

Mujja 'genda.

The rant goes on....