Dating in secondary school is not for the faint-hearted because when it goes bad (and it usually does) then life in school becomes hectic and it reflects on performance in exams. In high school I was not the type of student who read romantic novels that were popular with the ladies, neither did I excel in sports. So, I did not get a lot of action. I was the school’s badass and I ran the black market in the school. If someone needed some confidence boosters like zara’s, blunts or sachets of royal vodka before launching their manifesto, then they would come to me with some dime and we would settle it. Some ‘savedee’ chics in my class always looked at me with repulsion whenever I entered class; and that was rare because most of the time I was in town purchasing merchandise for my mobile shop. I was really attracted to one of these ‘savedee’ chic called Pamela and wanted to launch my manifesto before we finished form six exams. She was a dark skinned Nyaru belle, her skin was pure smooth ebony and her succulent hips could make a priest to renounce his calling. I knew I was smitten by her looks, but I did not know how I was going to seduce this beautiful chic because she had rejected all the guys in the school. So I kept quiet about my feelings. I let my passionate feelings for her go unquenched and we finished our form six exams without ever uttering a word to her. However, my lucky charm was working for me when in vacation; I met this daughter of Zion in Kampala’s Club Silk, shaking her body with a man twice her age. Pam was so happy to see me as she was not so much into this old man who had disgusting toad-like features. So, she introduced me to the old man as a cousin brother and the guy bought us drinks till late in the night. Then Pamela did something quite unexpected she stole some cash from the old guy and she suggested that we ditch him and head to another watering hole. We headed for another bar along Nakasero Road called Steak Out and found the place full of campus students. By now, Pamela was tipsy but for me I was punching my drink with sodas because I wasn’t leaving this chance to go without getting some. So I suggested that we go to Entebbe because I knew that she had no relatives that side—so we headed to Entebbe and guess what happened. I woke up the next morning with Pam in my arms.
