Boredom drapes me like the dark drapes the skies.
Sleep evades my white widened eyes.
I must remedy this before i reach my demise!
I wake from my cocoon,
In search for a distraction.
Something that will quench my overwhelming boredom,
Or at least numb my situation...
Off to the kitchen!
I open the magic box that turns on its own lights,
Search from top to bottom for a dissuading delight.
And behold what stands before my sight...
I NEED A DRINK…
A SPIRITUAL DRINK!!
Am on the brink of destruction,
Please call me for a drink SOME ONE!
I scroll through my phonebook with utmost urgency,
Hoping to find someone with needs as me.
From 'a' to 'b' then x,y,zee...
Oh my god the agony.
I grudgingly walk back to my confined little space,
Where i try to convince myself that this is my fate,
Then i get a text that lights up my face!
"Drop wat ur doin, hse party at my place".
I get my things ready,
Jump into my Suzuki,
Drive so fast that even Lightning has nothing on me!
Lights, bloody traffic lights,
Please turn green already!
Ok, now am at the party,
And standing right before me is a plethora of beautifully placed intoxicants...
Different sorts of whiskeys,
White mischief, black mischief,
Teasing me so gently.
Eyes wide open,
Swiftly am whisked away to pick me a cup.
1 swig 2 swigs 3 swigs 4,
Am done wit those ones,
pass me some more.
Slowly I transcend from this to another world,
One where everything is perfect and pavements are made of gold.
I see a lonely damsel she seems to be cold,
Remember, am drunk, ergo, am bold!
"Excuse me, do you mind if I tula wansi,
Am sure I could tickle your fancy.
Tour you like Kampala city,
Hit the pot holes as I drive you crazy."
If you know what I mean…
...she slaps me
But am a man,
I grab me a cocktail,
And as I scope for another female
I swig it once twice thrice,
And at this point I can run on thin ice...
So I step closer,
But my conscience begs more liquor.
If I don’t drink,
Perhaps I wont be able too talk to her…
Back to the reservoir!
I turn in search for that other sumptuous chic,
But damn shed disappeared like a freaking magic trick!
This is impossible if you know what I mean,
I feel like that boys to men song…
Girl in a life magazine!
But ah, who cares,
I have my drink at least,
Let me just sit here and enjoy my spiritual feast!!!