Does Anyone know if I can get a Burqa in Owino?
A fortnight ago it was hot, so a fortnight ago I wore shorts. I wore shorts and went outside the house,to be precise, I went to Shoprite. In the States, when it’s hot you wear as little clothing as possible. Some people even wear shorts in early spring/late autumn but I have no urge to know firsthand what frostbite feels like so I restrict myself to when it is hot... I don’t know what I was thinking… Actually yes I do. I wasn’t thinking. See, my allergies had made one of their unannounced and unwanted visits. I’d called the only bouncer I knew who could handle them. And Benadryl has that effect on you. The whole ‘do not take if you are going to handle heavy machinery’? They’re not trying to be funny.
Anyhow it was a foggy disaster, foggy courtesy of the Benadryl. I got on my boda and rode down through Naguru wondering why on earth all the men in the barracks were whistling at me. By the time it dawned on me that it had do with my clothes, or rather lack thereof, we were already at Shoprite and be damned but I had stuff to buy. So I shuffled into Shoprite while my boda waited, grabbed my stuff and went to the checkout place, the particular noun of which I have temporarily forgotten. While I waited in line, I pretended not to notice the stares and focused instead on the ingredients of Cadbury’s milk chocolate, writing my thesis in my head on why it is better than Hershey. Eventually, too long in my books, I got to the counter and handed over my purchases along with the money then dashed. I held my head high and walked out of Lugogo pretending that people were not openly staring, all the while praying “Please God, let no one take a picture of me and send it to the Fashion Police, please again and Amen”
I wish you could have felt what I felt. It was like I was walking around in g-string bikini. So I’m buying a burqa. I’ll get them in different colors and all. This is more appropriate in Kampala. Until then, its baggy clothes and big shades. I wouldn’t want to traumatize the citizens of this dear city of mine anymore than I already have.
…I wonder what people would say if Jason, this guy in my 12th grade who wears skirts in rebellion against social mores, came to Kla. Would they die of heart failure due to shock?........
A fortnight ago it was hot, so a fortnight ago I wore shorts. I wore shorts and went outside the house,to be precise, I went to Shoprite. In the States, when it’s hot you wear as little clothing as possible. Some people even wear shorts in early spring/late autumn but I have no urge to know firsthand what frostbite feels like so I restrict myself to when it is hot... I don’t know what I was thinking… Actually yes I do. I wasn’t thinking. See, my allergies had made one of their unannounced and unwanted visits. I’d called the only bouncer I knew who could handle them. And Benadryl has that effect on you. The whole ‘do not take if you are going to handle heavy machinery’? They’re not trying to be funny.
Anyhow it was a foggy disaster, foggy courtesy of the Benadryl. I got on my boda and rode down through Naguru wondering why on earth all the men in the barracks were whistling at me. By the time it dawned on me that it had do with my clothes, or rather lack thereof, we were already at Shoprite and be damned but I had stuff to buy. So I shuffled into Shoprite while my boda waited, grabbed my stuff and went to the checkout place, the particular noun of which I have temporarily forgotten. While I waited in line, I pretended not to notice the stares and focused instead on the ingredients of Cadbury’s milk chocolate, writing my thesis in my head on why it is better than Hershey. Eventually, too long in my books, I got to the counter and handed over my purchases along with the money then dashed. I held my head high and walked out of Lugogo pretending that people were not openly staring, all the while praying “Please God, let no one take a picture of me and send it to the Fashion Police, please again and Amen”
I wish you could have felt what I felt. It was like I was walking around in g-string bikini. So I’m buying a burqa. I’ll get them in different colors and all. This is more appropriate in Kampala. Until then, its baggy clothes and big shades. I wouldn’t want to traumatize the citizens of this dear city of mine anymore than I already have.
…I wonder what people would say if Jason, this guy in my 12th grade who wears skirts in rebellion against social mores, came to Kla. Would they die of heart failure due to shock?........
6 comments
Um ... if they warn you against `heavy machinery' after taking Benadryl - and is it just me, or do allergy treatments have sexy names? - why did you sit on a boda-boda? It's be safer to play war games in a nuclear reactor. :oD
REPLYPlus ... no! No burqa! We need the ... skin. We need the demographics records, you know.
Plus, can you please enable syndication on your blog so I can put it in my feeds and know when an update is made? (Check about for something about RSS or Atom ... gobbledygook!)
REPLYok...think i did the Atom thingie. now it has to be tested...
REPLY....and i didnt handle heavy machinery! i wasn't the one handling the boda. i had my trusty boda dude doing that. my only work was holding on as he did that thing he calls driving...
random question..have u ever flushed the toilet after taking valiums?
REPLYBodas are dangerous, they are dirty, uncouth and the scum of the earth...not my words though. So u also have a boda? Even me i had one..he was polite, courteous and clean, a dream..one of a kind, but hey that special boda comes one day and u bond..Naguru..thats near my hood..Burqa, goody, goody..i always look at the Arabian and Lebanese chicks..they are hot mamas under those long things..
i've got loads to say on this topic... lemme jst go blog...
REPLYNice entry =), don't know where to start with the comments, but Saudi and Syria days just came back to mind. On another note, I told you that miniskirt was trouble :P... I mean if shorts were, I can't even imagine...
REPLYhi! thanks for commenting. I'm always open to new ideas. I can't wait to hear yours.