Super Charged Pick Me Up

Posted by yz on Saturday, January 10, 2009 in

You know when you’re feeling fat and hideous? Like the pus on the half squeezed pimple on Gollum’s face would cower and cringe at the sight of you? Did you ever get a supercharged pick-me-up? I did. The day was wenesde and the South African High Commission was/is giving me the run around. The afternoon was blazing, my feet were somehow already dusty and I had 2,500 shillings to my name while the idiots at the Entebbe stage had hiked the price to 3k.

Miracle 1 – My mother sent me a text asking if I needed a ride home. Texting a quick yes, I began to look for a bajaj to her office. Her kindness only goes so far you know.

Miracle 2 – At that very movement a car stopped, the window rolled down and my aunt’s driver grinned. After happy new years, I explained my no longer plight and he offered to drop me if I didn’t mind waiting for him to pick up the saucepans for my sister-in-law’s lunch catering business. This beggar wasn’t choosing! She hopped into the Paj and away they went while she began to scheme about using the 2,500 for airtime and pancakes.

Super Charged Pick Me Up – So there I am, sitting in the car in an office parking lot waiting while they load saucepans into the back of the car. I’m doing what most bourgeois modern Homo Sapiens do when they find their fingers are free when a friendly greeting makes me lift my gaze from the Nokia screen.

“Hello!”

A guy was walking by and he had decided to say hello. Now I’m in a brilliant mood due to my two miracles and the upcoming pancakes ( the way to my heart is paved with kabalagala, very low maintenance don’t you know) plus I’m always smiling anyway so my usual smile was amped up by my spectacular good mood so I beamed at him and replied.

“Hi!”

He smiles back forgetting to look where he’s going and proceeds to walk into the wall rather than the doorway, 2 feet to his right.

my smile was brighter than this

Happy New Year!! Just got back from the village