The Detour:

The only Gift I prayed for during Easter period was walking through town and not have any arrogant idler of a male specie whispering, ‘ size yange’ . (I considered that a gift because, well, I never expected any physical gifts and I loathe that line like I do the ugly geckos that like hanging on walls). Never the less, that might have been too much to ask for. It was the first thing I heard a few seconds after I got out of the taxi. (It was Good Friday.) Something like this in blue ...Gift to the self mwaah I decided I would then go to equatorial mall on Kampala road and buy myself a gift to cover up for the disappointment. I was admiring items through the glass windows when I saw ostensibly beautiful bags. I walked into the boutique with little or no confidence that I would afford any.  The attendant came in. Me: Hi, ee…eer, I just wanted to have a look at your bags. Her: It’s okay, which one do u like. I hadn’t really liked any, yet. Then I saw a light blue c