Monday, December 18Info That Matters

Mind Wreck

Open Letter to My Neighbor that Smokes Too Much Pot

Open Letter to My Neighbor that Smokes Too Much Pot

LifeStyle, Mind Wreck
Dear hot dude next door, do you know I’m much of a smoker as you are but totally against my will? You! My uncouth neighbor, yes you. Why are you so callous to my blameless soul? I miss my beautifully scented clothes; all I sniff of them is smoke. Taking tea from my cup feels like taking water amidst a pile of burning rubbish. You ne'er-do-well fella. If you cannot completely stop, be merciful to have it scented if you must. It kills my appetite! I miss waking up to take my midnight snack because my belly is full of seethe from your ever burning pot. I pity your poor soul that thinks it makes you look cool taking cloudy smoky selfies. Are you doing this because your whole crew smokes pot? Do you think your beautiful neighbor on the other side, you seek to impress thinks it’s cool? A
The Boda Boda Ride to Hell

The Boda Boda Ride to Hell

LifeStyle, Mind Wreck
Be you Ugandan or someone from around the world, at some point you have either used or seen someone using a boda boda (Motorcycle passenger carrier) Personally using a boda boda is a must for me almost each and every single day. It is probably the fastest means to get by around town. If am going to be late, then am most assuredly going to take a boda boda to get me to that place on time. The Boda Boda Ride to Hell I guess you must be asking yourself, what has this got to do with a boda boda heading to hell? Well haven’t you heard of boda bodas that fart? Just kidding! Also read: So on this one fateful Friday, my home boy Dave decided to give me a call so that I can go and enjoy some good steak with him at Kyadondo. There was no way I was going to pass on this opportunity, if
In Dayton’s Mind Chapter 1: The Building

In Dayton’s Mind Chapter 1: The Building

Mind Wreck, Stories
I walk into a massive building, housed by glistening silver tiles. I’m sure it must be the biggest building in the city since it’s owned by the biggest company in the country. My hair is all shabby, I’m wearing dark blue jeans and a checkered shirt. I didn't have much time to care about how I really look. I’m confused and lost in a building that looked more like a maze or as I may put it, “a pile of Lego building blocks” those kind of toys every child dreamed of now and then. I make it to the top floor, and here I was staring at the jaw dropping well designed clean lobby with a scent of one those new offices filled with empty file cabinets and while I was lost in the moment, I hear a voice, a light beautiful voice. “Sir, please….Sir… Can I help you?” I turn, look at who seems to be a re