Like why are you getting a PMP certification?
NAJJERA NOOO! But in all this suffering, I cannot contemplate the life in Najjera. Why would God hate this one segment of people to such an extent? Potholes, apartments where you see into another person’s bedroom, and that ka-bar that never closes. If you wish to practice for Hell, go live in Najjera. Me that ka-place I have never understood it.
Everything that could happen, has happened. The night is no better than the day. The clothes cannot keep on. I check the temperature, it is at its lowest. When did 30 degrees become the lowest? I check the rest of Uganda, there is only one place to run. Kalangala. That is the place you find the lowest temperature now.
Air conditioning was a luxury, now I am mooting the idea. Of owning my first AC at home. This could be a business opportunity. Sell fans, install ACs in home. Remember that song. Yes, I want to drop it like it’s hot. But the mind cannot even think straight. At night, I am attacked by the temperature and the mosquitoes. I have tried everything against Kampala mosquitoes. These chaps are hardened.
The citronella candles work no more. The wall plug works no more. I am afraid, I will have to retreat to the mosquito net. The mosquitoes have succeeded in imprisoning me. If only they could save me from the sounds. I hear, it is to do with my blood group. No wonder, I cannot gain weight. Gain which weight when mosquitoes feed on me every night. Now the temperature has entered the mix.
As I deal with that, my girlfriend drops the famous question; ‘hun, mum asked about you. Mbu when are you going to see her?’ Eish…
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