…fail to concentrate on what they have.
Loved ones often spend time giving away superlatives to each other, about how one is the best and most beautiful person in the whole world, even when they have never gone beyond the borders of Rwanda.

The problem I have is for those guys who even when they are with their loved ones, cannot stop staring at anyone in a skirt or with breasts.

I recently saw a lady, almost tripping on her boyfriend’s shoe while trying to catch a glimpse of me. Hey concentrate on your man or leave the fellow and try your luck on the Hater, who most often has no love at all!

…waste time pretending to do something.
 I really don’t know how many times I have come across these jokers called taxi drivers. As you walk to the taxi, the guys quickly inform you that they were only waiting for you before leaving.

However, the moment you take your seat the driver keeps moving the piece of scrap forward and backwards endlessly.

These foolish taxi drivers end up wasting a lot of time, waiting for just one passenger, yet they could find him/her along the road. Instead, they think that we are so stupid not to take note of their trickery.

Hey, we never entered a circus train that goes round and round in circles. Stop your silly games and move the damn car.

…provide their customers with very old helmets.
I am moving my anger to the motorcyclists too. Some of these ‘Rwandatel branded men’ have got very old dysfunctional helmets for their passengers.

The moment you reach your destination and try to remove the helmet you are faced with a new dilemma. Veins of frustration quickly form on your forehead as you struggle to remove the helmet.

When you ask the guy to come to your rescue, he does so with his filthily gloved big fingers. One of these days I am going to just walk away with the helmet.

I and always lawfully wear the helmet, but I do not enjoy extending my trip because it’s stuck on my head that is even not that big!

…are obsessed with comparing Rwanda with her neighbours.
It is now very common to meet people from Uganda, Kenya, and lots of other different countries around the world that sometimes one forgets they are actually moving on the streets of Kigali, and not Brussels or Heathrow airport.

Among all these people, I have noticed a group that is worth hating as we start this month of November.

I hate those people who always punctuate their illogical arguments with comparisons between Rwanda and other countries.

Give us a break, these countries are different and there are so many factors to explain the differences. Try to understand Rwanda in a Rwandan and not Ugandan or Kenyan perspective.

…dress like performing artists and end looking funny.
I had almost forgotten to hate these jokers that have no sense of fashion. I am talking about these guys who wear black trousers with white shoes that are so sharp; it becomes risky walking ahead of them.

Oh how I hate these cheap shoes and their owners. Half of the shoe is in the air facing the clear sky! You can easily mistake them for skates.

The guy’s foot is half the length of the shoe. Please leave such funny footwear for guys like Dr. Claude my favourite musician!
 
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