My Easter Gift.

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 cross bag, I fell for it on the spot. I asked for the price which she said was 80k. I asked about a bigger yellow bag and that she said was 100k. I started feeling comfortable. Not like I could afford, momentarily, but I could in installments of 20k per week. After checking all the bags, I opted for the blue one. That was the first time I believed in love at first sight.

I managed a bargain of 10k off. I deposited 20k, left a balance of 50k. As I left the shop, I felt like it was my heart that had stayed. I wondered why she wouldn’t just give me the bag so I would pay later, considering I could also trust her with both my bag and money.

I kept window shopping and as soon as I started having doubts about my previous love and its worth, I decided to leave. That should be a lesson, once you make a choice to love someone, don’t compare him/her with others, okay?

On my way back home a friend sent me a message that read, “Me am in great pain, I feel like crying, I can’t believe this.’ I almost cried with him even before I knew why he felt that way. Knowing this guy, and the real meaning of the word cry, I was sure it was something very serious. I knew this guy needed all the help I could offer.  I wanted to first stop the taxi so that I would first help my friend out because even its movement and of other cars on the road were confusing me the more. And besides I read an article that said we Bakiga have that right of stopping the taxi while we talk on phone. I could have used for the right even if I was just texting him.

Me: hey, what happened?

Him: and these guys call it Good Friday, honestly what’s good in it?

Me: bambi sorry dear, can you tell me what happened?

Him: can you believe God is dead? Yes, Jesus just died. I can’t believe it woowee..

I was stinking of anger, only wishing there was a bill with penalties for such people who played on other people’s emotions.

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That night, I could hardly sleep. I was only dreaming of my bag. I promised myself I would go back the next day and get it. It would be a while until my young sister got back home and demanded her savings. I went with her 50k and got myself the Gift. While at it, I decided to look for damages. You know if you find some damages on a product, they feel guilty and refund some money. It was my lucky day.

Me: bu..but , excuse me, this bag has some damages, how come I never saw them yesterday? 

Her: oh my God. I can’t believe this, you know we had kept it for someone but she didn’t pick it and that’s how it got the damage blah blah for all I cared about the bags history. Before I could say another thing, 10k was in my hands. However, she gave it back with little remorse, giving me the impression that she already knew about the damage. I thank God I have only 40k to pay back.

Am so excited about my first Easter gift and like you have to thank someone who has given you something you like, I take this opportunity to thank myself for that thoughtful gift.  Am so happy that I was so thoughtful of me and I look forward to revenging on myself. A good turn deserves another, right?