| From: da-pain (Original Message) | Sent: 4/8/2002 8:17 PM |
the BT;;
come 93, in one noisy class 1B, some naughty chap happened to whistle when one member of staff was passing. the member of staff ( a mr. mu-one'n-car) appeared to be irritated by the whistle, so he chose to come back to 1B to find out who whistled, only to enter 1B and find the class was all of the sudden as silent as cementry. In his attempt however to scan out the whistler, mr. mu-one'n-car goes "Can U please tell me who did 'phhww', " if I am not very mistaken a moogoola gunszi must have laughed out loud, definitely feeling he could comfortably put up with any chase whatsoever, I mean, this m*g*la g*nz* chap boasted of speed both on land and in the sea. I just wonder what a me would have done!!
I mean, am not fast, at a point, i thought, i was just good for nothing until i discovered, i played such a remarkable fetching some kalyos from da mess do mutesan house, junior wing for the suby' them days, a brethren who was a man in his own world but later shared a world with us when he came back in black trousers asking for the HP, vote. I kinda think he did his best in the chambers, no wonder he can now confess he helped buffuns who dared not help themselves,not even appreciate. bravo, Andy'''''
i have no complaint about the mugging of the plates from the mess and then to the ceiling, afterall i think all mutesan S1s then had a fair go at this. may be some nyerere somewhere could have missed out, but that is expected, even Senyange knows the brother's lifestyle was exceptionaly bombastic, i mean declaring himself a bad-debtor before the S1 who is opening his case to lend him the few pennies for his chappoz at break. I am serious guys, the ninja never went out for cheap things, as we feasted on the chiwogoz, and pots, the comrade dwelt on the side of big stuff, but all under the umbrella of self-proclaimed bad-debtor, sorry Senyange, man that is S1 life anyway.
Break them days was such a blast, though sometimes when i am offered a sandwich I remember a devoted mu-sir-ali james, a cool chap who had either an affinity for sandwiches or just the chlorophyll on the grass from the paddocks. as we fed on the raised flour-baking powder recipes in the mandazis from the canteen, the brother opted to scope the white fleshy bit out and put in his own green-coloured imports from the paddocks, needles to say, we were always reminded, we could run but we could not hide, for sure, the school CIA- (bar-kker) soon caught up with him and like that, things broke loose.
talk about this canteen thing and break, an S1 in 1993. moon-na-anular mark from the one and only double storyed house of maroon/red, was sent to canteen by many S6s, and for sure, he forgot what mutyabule wanted, not to mention what sekkabembe had sent him for, anyhow, the lovely little innocent one then, opted to buy as much as he could remember and noticing that he had some change left, he never bothered to stretch his brain to recapture how his shopping list stood but rather had his mind stray to his dirty trainers in the house, so he shouts, "Ejakayt, washing soap," Ejakyt stood for a second, i bet he would told him to phone a friend or use his fifty-fifty options then but he kindly reached out for four bars of washing soap and handed them over to moon-na-anular , dilligently the brother walked back to england house and as for what followed, i will get you his number.
guys please do not take offence at all. afterall we are here just for a laugh, you know, i do not recall coming to anyone of you in Budo, asking for a vote, atleast not for myself, if i did it must have been for a shack to become DHP, and an Undy' somewhere for Hp's chambers, but trust me sometime to come, i shall drop by, asking for that crucial vote from you so I can be allowed a chance to choose what kind of wall-paper the master bedroom in state house (Entebbe) or Nakasero state lodge should have. i am serious, I bet someone out there may have the same dream or immagination, but please solo, and gali, or even Andre' take it easy, i will give each one of you big post, i will make one of you ambassodor to Hungray as long as you can preside over occassions like Budo-sport's day and the most you can afford to donate amidst the headmaster's attempts to raise money for the new lab, you choose to pledge to donate sports' day trophies, I mean, God forbid, trophies my foot, even Kwame, himself could get that for budo, in hollz, you know!! anyway, i will make you big guys as long as you do not add such insult to injury as the likes of statements like ""the parents of whose childrens goes to Budo are proud"" good help the brother. anyhow, Atleast he thought wise, he is not the news reader or host of any programs on his new TV.channel in UG. I hear it flows, I mean everywhere it is WBS, or something of the sort. anyway, i will make you big guys if you give the vote.
I am thinking about all these things that really did happen but i just do not want to fall victim of the A-yii-sue syndrome, I am sure, Gali and Solo, the kids do not know this, but this A-yii-sue brother, a ragamuffin mutesan them days, goes to markche'' to sketch some break and guess what, i think he just bleakens out due to mango power which had extended that far, the babes made the brother fail out, as he never wanted to dere lose a mark at all, so instead of the buns and the likes, he opted to buy a daso and an apple, the rarest of all combinations, God help us::; anyhow, like I was saying I shall not bend low to any-intimidation. I have always thought of myself as a bold guy, not mentioning when some comrade prompted us to jump over the swimming pool fence on grounds it was okay and infact it was a school rule that if you happen to get to pool and you have no key as long as you have a life-saver, just jump over the fence, the S2, then told us this was the last school rule, which unfortunately had not appeared on our school rules lay-out because the printers failed out somehow, anyhow, led like a lamb to the slaughter, some friends of mine and i did follow gently right over the fence. I do not think i should speak the other truth that a DHP, them days, a horse in 100m races and a goliath at pootta, alas "us -a-doo"" pulled out of the blue, names quickly on paper and off to mr. comma-ketchy, that was sheer prescription of havoke, trust me, i now have such a hatred for fences. anyhow, during the pootta, us the nyunguz(S1s) then were given little stuff, and the brother who inspired us to fly with r.kelly, paid dearly, sorry for mr. corri-angle Nab-re mur-teen. that was mutesa then, or generally to mention a collection of naughty guys, though even elsewhere honourables like indoor-re-ra was such a mystery, ( i bet Andre' othi' remember this ninja) anyhow,
come buying a lawn-mower in mutesa house, and a Kir-toe Ken-ethy was willing to take on the challange of collecting the money, trust me, he went on and collected the money, assuring a few innocent lads like moo-zir-nyi john, that they would be secretary in charge of the lawn-mower an amazing improvison of an office, anyhow, many collected and when all money was got, the brother got a clear leave chit to go home, and off to their garage at home, got an old mower, then what, looks alittle too old, some face-lift would help, get me some paint, brown is best, afterall mutesan house walls are brown, yeah yes, this is fair enough to cover my "nyondo" so he comes mugging the mower to mutesa house. If mutesa house had a museum, then, i am sure it would have well been taken straight into the museum from this guys car. anyway, i met the "jomba" recently at hammersmith Underground train staion in the west end of London, clad in his working voope, and i was just about to remind him of the lawn-mower, but i noticed, he never recognised me, cos, he remember the whole me less the moustache, so i let him ran off to his train.
I am sure, all good things come to an end, let this be the closing piece for this episode;; feeling sharp for an S1 varied from, escaping through a mess window when all S1s are told
to remain behind and arrange mess through cutting miss. coo-sir-sira 's agriculture tripples or even mr. key-ran-day's Agric. quadrupples to stuff like make your way into main hall some how some where for entertainment, after miss Ojjambo sends away iddlers from chapel. anyhow, this time a comrade, was out for some school function in the mainhall when, just as he waited, he felt the urge to spend a penny [he wanted to piss] but conteplating jogging to South Africa house, he would bounce a good place in the mainhall, needless to mention Abujja was far, the brother used the S1. mind to appropriately and at that level logically to devise the cheaper option, the hedge just infront of 4D. so he whispers to a buddy, mwana, n'shieldinga-ko awo, tebandaba, so the brother opts to irrigate the edge, but he had not gone any far with his titration, and behold the canadian house p. then pulled around, flashing his touch straight in the brother doing the pissing practical, trust me, the canadian house p. look at the guy, and asked me one question what is wrong with you? the S1 looked bleak, so the prefect asks, which school do you come from, when the brother mentioned, the house P. just walked on, now, little did I know that sometime the unfamous bits of our CV, can prove such distinctive redemption beams, this was for sometime, i think the house prefect having heard kabbinja was not shocked a bit.
guys, forgive my muwawa, but i need to catch some sleep.
| From: Gali | Sent: 4/9/2002 1:18 PM |
Hi Da-pain
You are really causing my stomach to ache with all this humor. LOL
This was hilarious..I mean...freakin hilarious! I have not laughed this much over an email before. It brings memories rushing back from good old Budo.
Allow me to contribute some of my memories please because having resided in England house at the time of terror..I too have some stories to tell.
Gali
| From: BALA | Sent: 4/9/2002 4:37 PM |
Pain.... I have been literally rolling on the ground with laughter... I was one of the "Original 27" that Gali survived in his S1. Although it would be appropriate if he attributed his survival to me. You see it was I who served as a neutralizing factor, restraining the rest of the pack from overrunning the hill. So they nick-named me Mandela, a name which quickly faded away when I took to foxing my fellow brothers. Gali.... do you remember the "chemical" that the was invented and manufactured by the "original 27" just before their cantab? Or were you too pocketed to notice these things... Talking about pocketing... I was told that during mess, broads would decline to eating mess food in order to pocket innocent boys. Then they would make up for the missed nutrients with bush (as thick as kawunga) when they returned to girls end. Can someone verify this?
Stay cool,
-Bala
| From: Gali | Sent: 4/9/2002 6:20 PM |
Actually Bala,
You were part of the bicchups Original-27 because as far as I can recall it started with the Apollo Ndugwa's year. Then your year was full of bullies but I do not think your England S4 was as united as the year before (well atleast according to me).
Your year had the click of the Mutumba, Kayemba, Begumisa(Kabinjans) and then the foxes where you would come in. Gene (note the use of the term "gene") you guys were kind of divided if you remember. Kanyamunyu was in his own world, Elis was kind of alone. It is funny how tall all you guys looked back then.
I have tried to publicize our treasure to some of my budonian pals and I hope that you guys do not mind. later.
Gali
it's good u confessed man! i thought u was gonna sike us with that lugubriously flabbagasting kazungu that u can't even spell so well from nigerian house! anyway tukusonnyiye......try again maybe just maybe muteesans might understand as well!!!! ha ha!
| rom: Solo | Sent: 4/12/2002 1:20 AM |
man that was some funny stuuff from the BT. funny how yo memory can get refreshed..clear images in the mind of past misdemeanors committed..eh nga Im forcing kazungu that I cant handle forgetting i was in Nigeria which was next to Muteesa where they never ever spoke the language(english). solo |
| From: janice | Sent: 4/12/2002 3:57 AM |
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