I’ve officially lost it

It’s a sad day when you see a gracious old king die in his sleep and even sadder when he’s deposed from his throne without a whimper by a young usurper. Well, let all the flags in this nation of ours fly at half-mast and let there be a week of mourning. The Old Bachelor has officially called it quits; the magic is gone and its now time to look for a sword to fall upon. Why am I getting so dramatic? Trust me, by the end of this you’ll understand. Remember how last week I was going on and on about a certain young lady I’d met when I’d gone to visit Museveni-land? I thought I’d finally found the lady that would remove this accursed bachelorhood that I’d been living all these years. I mean, she was the ONE.