Long ago while I was still a student there is a friend, let’s call him Clinton because that was his name. Clinton had a problem he couldn’t get his machine going by itself, he had to look at another guy fu*# for his to get on. This was in Kampala about 10 or so years ago. Clinton had a main chick but even with his problems he still went out and was a customer in many brothels in Kampala, he specialized in those that had curtain partitions for reasons earlier explained. Although we were friends I didn’t know about his problem because he had a guy who would help.
One weekend the guy was not around and I was a bit broke, I met Clinton on my way to lunch, we had a chat and he said he’d buy lunch, fish at the lake Shores, those who have been to Kampala will tell you of a place called gabba where the fish is so fresh it’s still kicking when you buy it, any how, we had fish and Clinton offered drinks at a nearby pub. Makali, mixed with Nile special, we were almost wasted when he suggested we go to kabalagala, this is the pussy capital of East and Central Africa, those who have been can tell you it’s the one place where you can accidentally fall into a pussy. Clinton continued buying until the waiters at capital pub started winking at us. Clinton kumbe had called his chick she arrived around midnight. Some yellow yellow from ankole had come to our table and Clinton had in signal language told to buy her beers. Four of us were sloshed by around 2am. We left in a taxi I thought I would be dropped at my place but Clinton insisted we go to his place. His roommate wasn’t there but there was the bed. Getting in me and my mlaya we got to touching, touching. And we got into it, am in third gear engaged and every time I change gear I have to beat kachabari for water without a care in the world and that’s when I turn accidentally and see Clinton and his main watching us as the main is pumping him with her hand, my brain registered a mild WTF but the nyankore wasn’t giving me time to process, I went a good race about 30 or so minutes kumbe ndio machine ya Clinton imewaka. Akaanza kugumisha main wake. I went four rounds while he was still in one. Kumbe it takes long to start and long to stop too.
We slept asubuhi around 11 main wa Clinton alikua ame fry mayai after breakfast nataka kwenda kamoja so in a side chat I tell Clinton my plan and he opens up to me. He also wants kamoja and he can’t rise to the occasion without seeing.
I went back and started on my munyankole but she wanted us to be covered I told her It was too hot, luckily I had mastered some runyankole and I negotiated and once I mentioned I would throw in another kumi itano she was game, being with a hangover I told her to get on top and she did. This got Clinton going so fast in less than 5 minutes he was driving his main like crazy
After the crazy morning we used to have these awkward moments between me and Clintons main. But this arrangement of Clinton buying mlaya for me continued for some time.
If you went to the brothels with Clinton he would draw the curtain and watch
Anyhow his roommate came back and realized that his arrangement with Clinton wasn’t what it used to be and started telling people about Clintons machine.
Nikajitoa Kwa mpango.
Clinton wherever you are I hope ulipona and can get that generator going.
Kabalagala I miss the place.