Who do I have to sleep with: To get a road named for me

Here’s the thing. It used to be the important people that would get titles bestowed upon them. Stuff like Sir Apollo Kaggwa, Saint Balikuddembe, Earnest Bazanye… you get the idea, and we were okay with that. They deserved these titles. Then an interesting thing happened (well, ‘interesting’ is relative, just go with it) people started to name roads.

I don’t even know how this madness started;

One fine afternoon… in a bar

Mmwe ba-guy, on my way here I crossed this ka-pretty young thing with major curves. I first stopped and stared like One Republic. That thing was just for world…then it hit me, the ka-thing was there under my feet, I just had to get acquainted with it. (Meanwhile you guys, Word has allowed ‘ka-thing’, did Microsoft set up shop here or is our software piracy being taken to the next level?)

So this thing I am telling you guys about… it was a road, as you may have surmised from the way I have been going on and on about its curves and saying I want to intoxicate it and take it to bed.

But then a problem presented itself, you don’t get someone high and sleep with them just like that. What happens when someone calls you up and asks what you are doing? You need a name. So I gave her a name…

…we now return to the piece in progress.

So now roads have names. ROADS! Granted there’s no baptism ceremony, you just wake up one morning and someone has gone and called a road Amata Gafudde Avenue inadvertently messing up your travel plans. Do you know how long it takes you to get that out of your mouth? By the time you’re done the conductor has decided to move on to do other important things like caressing the thighs of the passenger next to him with his eyes.

Nonetheless, I would like to have a road named after me. Just one road. It doesn’t have to be a fancy road by the way. It can even be one of those panyas Titus uses when he’s done cavorting with the neighbour’s housegirl and needs a quick dash.

Actually, you know what, no. I don’t want that one. Give me the one where they met. That’s fine by me.

So, do I apply to someone? Do I walk over to some government office and talk to a big shot and state my case?

“Big boss, a brother needs to get laid, name a road after me. Just allow”

Or do I have to wait for the incumbent’s campaign rounds to bring him to my neck of the woods and then make him an offer he cannot refuse…

“ka-kati, first chill all this mp’enkoni n’onsense guy. We have some serious issues to discuss. I am not going to ask you for a district and I do not expect you to expect me to (no way I could sneak in another round of great expectations) chew any rodents. But you want to create the impression that you won fair and square so you sorta need my bwino next to your name, so how about you just pick out a road and call it Majestic Musoke Avenue? Just allow also you”

Alternatively I could just wait for Peter Ssematimba to become mayor and approach him. But what if…

“Young man, you are focusing on the wrong road. The road you want is the path to heaven, and I gotta tell you, that it is long and narrow. Don’t concern yourself with the things of this world. Come over and let me minister some more to you. My house is in Rubaga over at sse-sse-sse-mats road…”

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  • petesmama Reply February 4, 2011

    Majestic Musoke? Lol!

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