Wednesday 23 November 2016

THAT GIRL AT THE STALL


Close to 8pm. Doctors advised me to eat in time but my timetable restricts me. Pain felt in my stomach.  With no time I rushed to her stall for a new life.

On a daily basis, Mum Golola stations her stall near the taxi and bodaboda stage. She does it iin the evening since KCCA can't accept during day.

The number of unmarried in Uganda is high with me inclusive though am about. So most of them access evening meals  from these stalls.

A table together with two benches, Mum Golola sells tea and food to the many customers. And she mostly gets taxi drivers and bodamen.

Really those ladies play a major role in our country where many fear to marry due to reasons that am about to address with time.

So this lady (mum Golola) doesn't work alone. She ever employs girls who help her deliver food and tea to the customers in a distance from the stall.

There is this girl, she is black in colour but from Fort portal district. I hope you know the tribe  from that side. She was silent at the beginning, calm and well behaving.

Activating a smile was the most she could do for the customers who used to talk beyond business. She was serious takung the words of her parents at ease.

The good girl is no more. She has now turned into a corporate prostitute. Every after work she is  picked by one of the customers who is willing to crush her. Many are interested.

Joining the bad groups of girls within the area influenced her negatively hence gaining the beast life. Now she is no longer royal to mum Golola, her boss.

I have witnessed many girls taking the wrong side of the road. Though we try to advice them, we are taken for granted.

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