His eyes were crimson-hued with a grimace that paints the picture of Ghadaffi swallowing Olomo before 6:00am. The staggery gait and lack of composure sold him out as one who had already taken more than enough liquor before noon. The bad dude must have started drinking to stupor from 7:00am given his disposition. My destination was Masaka from where we were all waiting for vehicle out of town under the pedestrian bridge at Abatcha Barracks. A driver will pull over, shout his destination and the people going his wayd join him. That way, the people going to Nyanya, Abacha Road, Mararaba, One-Man Village and so on left. I was left alone with the drunk who was screaming: Zimbabwe! Zimbabwe! Zimbabwe! Ashe! Whatever he did at the mammy market was merely episode one-to-seven in a twenty-four episode long season. Hehe...
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 08:59:41 +0000
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