Dare do an Oliver Twist!

As per the post below, you get the drift of this one. I traveled upcountry to bury the old man. Even in the sadness, it's not hard to get a light side to funerals. Mine came as I was manning the refreshments at the VIP tent then later the food. The experience kind of reminded me of josh’s askari diaries.

Serving refreshment to sky riding VIPs(Ministers and MPs) was nothing to write home about. I just kept staring at their bellies and thinking about tax payers money, my own hard earned kala. To imagine they flew in three coopers, you should have seen the awe on the faces of my poor villagers.

Anyhow so I was saying the real story came later as I was manning the food table for the uptowners (read district execs, public servants,K’la residents, district middleclass).
The ministers and mps took off after burial probably fearing we could poison them, as if it was Kampala.

I took on serving the meat, liver, soup while a friend had the rice and all that stuff. They were at my mercy basically, I was the woman. The queues grew and the smiles started flowing. Some were worth one piece of meat, others three and even up to five and a heap of liver.

Yeah!I have always wondered why people who serve are so mean but trust me, it’s not funny to have all eyes on you trying to manipulate you into heaping a plate yet there is a screaming queue waiting. You should have seen the cold face I wore to counter all the seductive glances. Dare do an Oliver Twist!

The experience was rather amusing coz I imagined the anticipation people had, if my experience of being in a food queue at 4pm is anything to go by.