Meat and rice, I can struggle nail and tooth for a plate, it's my favourite. Sitting at Hajjat's place for lunch with a glass of cold water going down the throats to cool the heat from a long morning I had faced.
I vividly remember he had sat near the window, wearing a black shirt and brown jean that could hide dirt, putting on shoes that seemed to have worked for a good time and a look on his face saying ""why me?"
Eager to know called Hajjat for data and she told me his name was John, hustling with the negatives of a bank loan. "He lost hope after loosing everything he had worked for."said Hajjat
John had a big shop at one of the business areas in Mukono, it was an wholesale shop dealing with a variety of customers from all around Mukono and for the onlookers, John was in the air.
Two perfect cars one for the and another for his decorated the compound every evening as the bosses had left work. Everything was moving on John's will as he had prayed to the Almighty God.
"You can never know them unless they let you know them". An unforgettable Tuesday in John's mind stormed a patrol of policemen who surrounded his home by early morning and here came the bank agents who were tough and angry.
"Please give me some time am going to pay, I have no where to take my family, be merciful" he pleaded. But the guys didn’t listen instead they instructed for the removal of his property and they locked the house. Now it belonged to the bank.
He sold his two cars to clear the children's fees of which he was able to manage for two terms and he decided to dump them in the village. The big shop collapsed, the wife left and John went decelerated to the beginning.
All along John was operating his business on a bank loan and he had used his house as security to the bank. Now he sits in Hajjat's place for sympathisers to buy him a plate of food.
I walked away fron Hajjat's place with earphones listening to Platinum's song "UTANIPENDA"
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I vividly remember he had sat near the window, wearing a black shirt and brown jean that could hide dirt, putting on shoes that seemed to have worked for a good time and a look on his face saying ""why me?"
Eager to know called Hajjat for data and she told me his name was John, hustling with the negatives of a bank loan. "He lost hope after loosing everything he had worked for."said Hajjat
John had a big shop at one of the business areas in Mukono, it was an wholesale shop dealing with a variety of customers from all around Mukono and for the onlookers, John was in the air.
Two perfect cars one for the and another for his decorated the compound every evening as the bosses had left work. Everything was moving on John's will as he had prayed to the Almighty God.
"You can never know them unless they let you know them". An unforgettable Tuesday in John's mind stormed a patrol of policemen who surrounded his home by early morning and here came the bank agents who were tough and angry.
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"Please give me some time am going to pay, I have no where to take my family, be merciful" he pleaded. But the guys didn’t listen instead they instructed for the removal of his property and they locked the house. Now it belonged to the bank.
He sold his two cars to clear the children's fees of which he was able to manage for two terms and he decided to dump them in the village. The big shop collapsed, the wife left and John went decelerated to the beginning.
All along John was operating his business on a bank loan and he had used his house as security to the bank. Now he sits in Hajjat's place for sympathisers to buy him a plate of food.
I walked away fron Hajjat's place with earphones listening to Platinum's song "UTANIPENDA"
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