I need to get a job. I need a job that pays.
See, really i am not big on money. I don’t like money. at all, actually.
I just like the things, that seemingly, only with money i can attain
See this is why i get excited about a weekend trip, a Micah P Hinson concert, a day of adding to my closet….because, honestly, it is the way of life. It’s only a city , with a great private concerts, and i do need clothes… its a different season. Necessities . It’s not like am squandering my money in just three days no.
So, that is why i fail to understand, why it is become natural that i will get my pay (allowance) on the 20th, and by the morning of the 27th, am crawling all over my bedroom floor, sweeping for scattered cents that should make at least two euros for the bus ticket….
I need money.
when you see me on kampala streets
throw me a lukumii in fives
I come to rwanda on the 2nd of May….
another chapter starts….the first chapter