MY mother always says, there is a time and place for everything. At this present moment, we, the people are stressed. Unofficial reports say we are.
The Tanzanian public is stressed with everything going on. We are also quite annoyed. The Katiba people and the merrygo- round they have us on.
I know I’m not the only one who hates merry- go-rounds- you stay at the same spot going round and round, getting dizzy and when you finally get off, you need a moment to gain your baring or you will fall flat on your butt.
I’m particularly annoyed at the fact that Boda bodas and Bajajis have been banned in the CBD.
What is that? Because, they are used in heists? That’s like condemning rain for flooding when we need water for life. I’m an avid Boda boda user because sitting in non-moving traffic frustrates me beyond (normal) allowed physiological limits.
My life expectancy reduces every hour I sit in traffic. Now we all have to spend countless hours getting in and out of town to do something that would have taken 10 minutes with a Boda boda. It’s like the higher local power is saying, “let’s make life harder for ‘mwananchi’ today.”
I’m sure we are all rather stressed that although not formally said by any Siri-Kali individual, most those who failed Form Four are being encouraged to go to teaching colleges to eventually become teachers for public schools.
The fact that these chaps who failed will now get the opportunity to teach our children how to also one day fail is just, well, yeah.
The missing Malaysian plane. How does a plane just disappear? It is 2014! The Americans know what you had for lunch, because they can see you from some base no one knows about, right now as you are reading this, yet they cannot find a 777 plane.
Cover up? It is stressing. With all these things happening, it was no wonder that thousands of people go out to have a good time – pause, if you will, life and enjoy the moment. ‘Kula maisha.’ Some friends were at the largest ‘nyama choma’ event in the country last weekend having a good time.
Everything was going well until a (self-proclaimed) Bongo Celeb walked up to their table and helped himself to some of their beers.
‘Don’t mind if I do,’ he thought as he repeatedly took a few beers from a table of strangers. Now I’m not a beer person but I’m told there are rules and regulations – certain beer etiquette.
You don’t help yourself to beer belonging to strangers. If are offered and take a beer, you are then required to buy a round for everyone to replenish. You do not take more than one beer and when asked, say you are entitled because you are a celebrity, more over a bongo celebrity.
Worst still if no one on the table has ever heard of you. I think the term bongo celebrity is like code for ‘broke bloke’. This wasn’t the time to pull that type of stunt.
Suffice it to say all hell broke loose and blood was spared because part of his ‘entourage’ came to get him from the table and I believe, stop him from further embarrassing himself.
I guess no one ever told him there is a time and place for everything.