A series of recent random events have made me embark on a mission to know the Muslim fraternity better.

In fact, knowing Islam deeper is my very next stop, and nobody is going to derail a chap from this gahunda because I know what’s in it for me. Which is to really say that I’ve made up my mind to burrow my fangs deep into the Holy Koran.

Already, some of my not-so-well-behaved friends are beginning to mutter things to the effect that I seem to be gradually drifting away "from Church biz to Koran biz”, by which they mean to say "from Church business to Koran business”, whatever that should mean.

Talking of not-so-well-behaved friends, I once, in one of those embarrassing lapses of judgment attributed them to a particular city suburb, an allegation I have since meekly recalled.

And talking of lapses of concentration, this must be yet another one because we are supposed to be delving head-on into the subject of the Koran, not friends with behavior issues.

The Koran is a book I have always wanted to read, and for good cause:

As a journalist, the very first commandment states that "thou shalt read each and every thing that crosses your sight”. Also, there is the sheer scale of its mass presence in the living rooms of many Muslims I know.

But the problem with religion is that starting an argument, a conversation or discussion about it is almost akin to sailing on murky waters, in that the stakes are usually that high, that it is only the extremely sober that should walk that road.

That said, there are a few things about Islam that are worthy of note. And because of my good upbringing, in which the teachers at school taught us the gentlemanly principle of "Ladies first”, we shall do just that and open this particular segment on a feminine note. If space permits, we shall move on to other issues, but first things first.

The fact is, regular incursions into Nyamirambo, the Mecca of Rwanda have proved to me that indeed there is such a thing as classical Muslim feminine hotness.

The joke is that Muslim girls in Nyamirambo blaze hotter than fire and Beyonce combined, a fact, or allegation I’m yet to confirm.

Otherwise, in situations where we have to deal with sensitive topics like politics and religion, my general rule is that less is actually more. So, see you at Al Fat’hu or Al Maddina mosque on Friday.