The Hater: I hate people who…

…use being born-again as an excuse for almost everything. There is absolutely nothing wrong with professing your love for Jesus Christ. The problem comes when it is used as an excuse for not doing almost anything. Being a bachelor I often come across females who turn down offers for almost anything simply by arguing that they are ‘saved’ (born again). You ask her if you can take her out and she tells you she is saved. When they play a nice song and you propose to dance with her she says, she is saved. When you ask her if she can visit you she again says she is saved!! If being born again really means being anti-social then I beg to be born just once! …claim better services they cannot pay for. It’s a shame that some people still don’t understand how capitalism works. Please, in case you need good services you have to pay for them first. One gentleman whose thinking did not seem to relate to his age drew my anger while in a taxi recently. He started by insisting on paying 150frw instead of 180frw simply because he had not boarded the taxi from the taxi park. As if that was not shameful enough he asked the driver why the car radio was not working! How can it work when you never want to pay the full taxi fare you broke idiot? …simply abuse the generosity that is extended to them. I have so much hate for guys who beg to sleep at your place because the rain caught them at a drinking joint near your place. You accept even when he didn’t think of inviting you for the drink in the first place. Then they wear your shirt because you politely left them home since you had to go to work early in the morning. After a week they return the shirt and take shoes and jeans! Before you realise, they start sleeping over each time they return something of yours. At the end of the day they have become unofficial housemates who are not interested in sharing the rent with you. These are the type of ‘friends’ I love to hate. …try to join a conversation they were not part of. The worst of this kind are those fellows who on over hearing an interesting conversation at your table in a bar decide to loudly contribute from a distance. Soon after they decide to bring their seat over and join you. Before you know it they are not only sharing your conversation but have quietly been drinking your Uganda Waragi and want to leave without paying their earlier bill ‘coz they got high at the new table. This often happens the moment they realise that you are not really interested in their contributions to the conversation. …try singing out of tune while at work. I know we all have dreams and some of those dreams are for us to become big time musicians. However some people need to realise what they can manage and what they can’t. I particularly hate these guys at the saloon who whistle or mumble a song that is playing on radio or TV while attending to a client. The trouble is that in some cases the client does not like the song and worse still the person doing the whistling or mumbling will be far off tune. Please gentleman, you are a barber not Meddy or Jose Chameleon. Let me help you hate by sending your suggestions to thehater2009@gmail.com or a text message to + 250 758 545293. Ends