US$400,000 for just a tent! Are we crazy!!

Here this! Mbu the CHOGM taskforce has to hire a tent from Dubai at 400K. Not Ugandan kays, but Uncle Sam’s money. Apparently the space at Sheraton Hotel wont be enough for the business forum delegates! Shaaaaaaaaaaa. That’s tax payers, money and you betcha I wouldn’t be surprised if the person supplying the tent is some Hajji friend of some top-shot in the Ug government and I doubt the tent would cost that big (I need to check how many people it can accomodate).

Naye, couldnt they have gotten some big tents from Sylvia Owori…the type that Sudhir hires for Munyonyo events? I think it’s time tax-payers, go to the streets. The top shots can’t be guzzling our money, while the people who contribute to the country’s coffers are feeding on carbohydrates only…(read Muwogo). But of course you go to the streets at your own risk… don’t quote this blog coz apparently there is a new squad called SPC that have just been trained and unleashed to do the tear-gas thing… (it is roumored that this is an upgraded Black Mamba… mbu some of the guys might have been army guys…they say.. not I!). 400,000USD tent…so much for evicitng kids from Shimoni and UBC from Nakasero to build hotels!!!

Sniffed them out!

The last several nights have been trauma. Maybe over 3 weeks now. Listen, every night…i mean in the real wee hours, I’d be woken up by sounds of drumming on plastic jerrycans and tins (I think). The sounds would go around the hood on and off for about 15 minutes. Heart racing like Inzikuru, my body sticky with sweat, I’d shiver my way deeper into my blankets…hoping that they wouldn’t catch me if its me they wanted. First I thought they were soldiers. Then I thought they were ghosts. But I don’t really believe in ghosts. Then I concluded that they were nightdancers! (Ok I have neve met one, but I have heard tales of real human beings being night dancers).

Then today I heard them. This time it was 9pm. Women, children, men and whatever else! They were drumming in much the same way in a large crowd across my Kalo . This time they were chanting…enkya Idi! enkya Idi!. Ahhhhhh! So that is what it was all about. Coming to think of it, the druming was always at about 4-5am when they would wake fellow faithfuls to pray and have the meal that would last them the day. How couldn’t I have guessed (beating my forehead). Now I can sleep without hanging tight to my bible. And without chanting “Oh God please help me!” These guys should have warned us earlier, ah! Wonder how many other people in the hood were traumatised. On a good note. I have a looooong holiday thanks to my Muslim buddies. Ha ha…another chance to cut class (wink wink).

Woe unto Buveera

As the war on Kaveera rages on, I step out onto the streets with my bootie tucked safely in an Uchumi kaveera I had saved from a recent shopping spree. Little do I know that it is now criminal to be seen out on the street with the little plastic devils. On the one hand, mother nature is calling for the ban on the plastic bags to be effected like yesterday. On the other hand, I think about my guy in Namuwongo market whom I buy from Busheera(yes I take that stuff). Shoprite and Uchumu guys can use paper bags, but my guy? What happens to his business?

Here is the deal, as we still figure out a way to deal with the Kaveera issue, they should make customers pay for them in the store rahter than giving them out free. That way, people will be forced to save their plastic bags and carry them everytime they go shopping, rather than litter them around. It works for some countries, it can work for us. Remember when we were growing up…how we used to look for old Buveera to go shopping…and you’d gaurd it jealously? Yeah that’s what am talking about.