Sunday 13 January 2008

Sunday Breeze....first rabbit

We stay at home chatting with Faustin about his forthcoming trip to the US and the likelyhood that he will not be coming back to Africa. Am actually supposed to talk to Drew so she can help him out when he goes to To but somehow i have not yet done it.

Anyhow after we idle away the whole day talking stuff about how we should do something with our lives-we remind each other that since Faustin has a wife and two beautiful children the phrase about doing something clearly refers to me only.

So we decide to go Nyamirambo to buy jeans and Tshirts. They really have nice clothes in Nyamirambo.

After we get the jeans wecomeback home with no clear sense of direction, but we have a shared purpose-we need to have a couple of beers. So we drop the children at home where Faustin's mother in law is waiting to prawl. It is my opinion that she looks like a wounded cobra all the time. She is always looking for a fight with anyone. I dont like that old bitch. She is actualy the only woman who qualifies to be called bitch.

So Faustin somehow escapes from his own house and we head out to Kabeza to a certain bar-Matutina i think.

The place is a typical Kigali bar-red small bricks, small private yet open cubicles and a wide expanse area. We hook up with some guys and there;s fight as to what-who must order.Since Faustin is paying the bill, the instructions are that we only take a beer each,

On the menu there's rabbit. I have never tasted rabbit, so i order for one rabbit-only that the waiter says it has to be identified from the pack they are having and then they slaughter it. I feel sorry for the poor rabbit and ask for fish instead-but someone else asks for the rabbit anyway.

When the rabbit arrives five beers later-it tastes like chicken i must say, of course everybody knows how good chicken is. i loom forward to having good chicken back in Kampala.

I watch a very lively match between Athletic Madrid and Valencia-which predictably Valencia looses.
i hope one day one John Honderich comes good on his promise.

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