"change is good" I keep telling my self that change can actually be good. after all I have managed to sit in three different organization in the same year and at my own free will. Change surely ought to be good... that's what I keep telling myself. And these same thoughts coursed my head as I headed down to find a new kafunda, having shifted from my former office neighborhood of Serena, Imperial Royale and Sheraton.
1:10 pm
I zoom past my [new] boss with a perfunctory I am out for lunch. How else was I supposed to say it given the fact that I had no clue as to where I should be eating from?
1. 11pm
I pass by the ford focus parked [obviously] where I left it gathering dust and my chest swells with pride. Damn that is a good car - dust and all. Lord forgive me for using that swear word....
1.12pm
I pass a kiosk where the boda boda fraternity have gathered for their lunch appointment with Night, the attendant. from a cursory glance i think they are here for more than Cassava Chapati and beans or mulokoni/ hoof/kigere. Night, it seems has cast a spell on the whole lot. Perhaps it's just her cup size and differential settings [aka chips / hips] !!!
1.15 pm
I loiter past offices of some close buddies who I suspect were somewhere in the neighborhood munching away at some local cuisine. I decide not to bother myself by peeping into their office.
1.20pm
My memory, sense of smell and sense of sight engage turbo boost and soon after I find myself in the would be new kafunda. i promptly end the phone conversation I was having with my wife and order some luwombo and local food
1.22pm
Who decided that Matooke, cassava and Lumonde was local food? What is so foriend about Fries and fried chicken or liver?
1.35pm
I somehow haven't gotten far with my lunch. What's with superheated sauce and matooke that must have spent no less than 6 hours on fire?? "Stamina" is playing in the background and some neighbours seem to be showing me stamina in dealing with their luwombos of chicken stew.
1.40pm
I give up. there is no way I can eat up all the groundnut sauce using a fork. so i fish out the beef and deal with it accordingly. a passing thought: Gonja should reopen! enough said on the matter.
1. 50pm
I decide to drop by my friends' offices and to my surprise they still seem to be out for lunch. I didn't know kigere require too much time. Okumanya they are so engrossed in the hoof-eating campaign, they can't attend to their phones and my calls hence go unanswered!!
1.51pm
Looks like Night is running a good outfit. the guys haven't reduced since I passed her kiosk. Actually more seem to have joined. Is it Night's cooking or Night herself? I wonder.
1.52pm
I pass the ford focus... sigh. I suppress the urge to go for a quick ride around Kololo. I walk a straight line to office not turning back lest
1. 55pm
I think change is good... Of course my lunch was not at meeting point. I didn't rub shoulders with some bigwigs [save for the occasional driver of one of those bigwigs] but it was merciful on my pocket. I look at the clock and realize I can write a note in the remaining few minutes before I get back to the my tasks for the day! change is good
