OF OLD FRIENDS AND NEW TRENDS...

Lately, I may be mistaken for a workaholic... I always leave 'office' late in the night (if 21.00 hrs qualify for late night). It's not the case anyway, because the last half of my Customer Service Advisory training dictates that i start at 14.00 hrs, basically it's an afternoon shift.

Yesterday as I was leaving the aforementioned office, I bumped into an old friend, he is not an old friend really, campus was done two months ago and this guy is my best friend. Considering however that I had not seen him in ages, I had to stop. Here is how our  conversation usually goes;
Him; You guy, Wassup?
Me: Wassup you guy?
Him: S**t is tight
Me: s**t is tight
We usually repeat the above for about five minutes or so and it is really our ritual.
Anyway I bid farewell to two of my colleagues who I was moving with and headed to the opposite direction. He dropped his bag at the Club amnesia security and off we went to Greasy spoon. It is a great spot and often in my best of dreams, it is always three am as I saunter, half drunk, out of club Amnesia, head to greasy spoon and order a steaming plate of gravy, white rice and fries... Those are the times.

This time round I settled for a cold bottle of Krest bitter lemon. The night did not begin to get strange until I wanted to get home. I would naturally jump into a taxi but it was late and I was about to halt a Boda Boda when he told me to use Uber. You can imagine the shock that registered on my face. It's not that I do not know this Uber animal, it only had never occurred to me that I would at one time order an Uber and it gets me home. When I think about Uber, my mind flashes to the streets of New York or to the Kenny Reeves movie ( which I didn't complete by the way).

Anyway I downloaded the application after hours of honest conviction from him. He ventured to divulge the information that I would get a 'free ride' which I also didn't think I would use the same night... Then the water hit the fan... he went into my phone and set a pick up location as I looked on dumbfounded... then they sent a message to my phone...
'PAUL IS ON HIS WAY TO PICK YOU UP... HE IS DRIVING A TOYOTA PREMIO NUMBER BLAH BLAH..'

You don't know who is coming to pick me up?, I asked to which he nonchalantly replied with a blithe 'no'. Then I  knew I needed more than just prayers to get through. Paul did arrive and I did board the car but what amazed me was the comfort.  A very clean vehicle it was with Congolese ballads playing, and the interior smelled fresh. All the while however I was worried... my pocket weighed about twelve thousand shillings and had I exceeded the budget... Well I didn't because I actually did not pay a cent, the first ride being a free one. Ugandans and freebies are a match made in heaven.

The catch is, I can keep getting free rides if at all Santa can show up with a list of people to use the app under my persuasion. I am certainly not sure when I will get to use the service again but all I know is  my dreams just got a whole lot more comfortable....