Last night, I received a call from an unknown caller with hidden identity. Usually I don’t pick such calls from thieves but because of boredom and abundance of free time to interact with just anything that gives me attention including useless people, I picked this call.
The caller, not like the usual calls, it came in at 4:45am in the night. I wasn’t watching movies because it does look like I got done with all my 2TB series collections. I spend my nights mostly watching COVID-19 updates and how different nations are managing to reduce on new infections. Reading how modern scientists are scratching their heads day and night to find cure for the Virus.
Anyway, back to the caller. They say in hard times come beautiful and wonderful opportunities to take for a few and indeed this was one of those lucrative opportunity to make me still ride through this COVID-19 pandemic and even financially keep my spending ability high after the pandemic.
The financial opportunity he offered is not equivalent to that of Global Alliance. This one required my direct and active personal participation. It was a contest Mother******. A fucking “Ugly People’s COVID-19 Beard Contest” brother. Hehehehe. Exactly how I responded with a wide ugly determined contestants laugh. Ever imagined someone smile-laughing? Yes, I did that at the same time.
I inquired on the procedures of participation and voting. It was a very simple procedure with not much rules. The only rule was you must be a registered member of Ugly People Association International with certificates you apply for from the organization’s website and awarded after verifications from Organization’s member organization in your country. This was simple to do, I thought to myself. I recorded all the details he seemed to have been giving me without a written text but as accurate as it was on the website he directed me to. What gave me high hope was how he made sure I felt it was my game. “You have all it takes to win this brother, you are ugly and ugly through.” Said the caller. That I do not deny.
We conclude and he drops the call. I first sat down with my head drawn to the imaginations of crowds cheering me up and as I picked my GBP 50,000 awards and a Golden Crown imported from India. As the beautiful imagination faded away I called this young talented son of mine Omagor Joseph for a possible photo shoot the following day first thing. You know everything happened so quick that night. First of all a man of 51 years of age participating in a contest where his win has been predetermined by location? We all want to retire with such benefits not so? Yes! I forgot about time, went ahead to dial Omagor’s number, unluckily he didn’t pick which was so unusual until it clicked on me that everything so happened at dawn and he must probably be on a series of dreams about so many things including getting a contract with CNN or Aljazeera.
I waited for the daybreak like an insecure husband waiting for his wife who has gone to a nearby retail shop.
I managed to complete filling the form before 7:00 am. Took a quick French bath. I tried calling my Boda guy to come and pick me so I can rush my form even when I had five more days to the application expiry date. I remembered then that there is a presidential directive on Boda Boda only carrying Luggage. Ugly people are not luggage my friend, we are human.
I polished my black ‘Foot-troons’. The one I bought from Rwanda before our two presidents dragged us by the Beards to their political differences. I have seen parents compare whose child is smarter and well mannered than the other but neighbors have never been added to the equation. This one of our presidents must be beyond the children.
Anyhow, me and my Foot-troon are off to town. I finally met Omagor who unfortunately had hired his Camera to some guy. Guys, anybody who weds in times of crisis like this is a mean, stupid and uncultured person. Wedding in times of Pandemic like this is inhumane. It is like a side-chic asking you for hair money knowing you are grounded with literally nothing in the pockets.
Now, there is this overly talented graphic designer called Sirayo. I have done a few projects with him and I have recommended him to so many of my friends none of them has ever complained. Only recommendations after recommendations. Business has been booming for him really. Even in hard times.
‘Furu’ as he is commonly known by those who know him, I found him busy designing someone’s Logo.
With this “No passenger on a Boda” directives nobody wants to carry a lot of items in their bags. Furu had left his Camera at home. Under the current arrangements our homes become far the moment we leave for town.
I was left with my Phone Camera to do the Job. The hope I built from my old Samsung Camera was that, one I am already ugly so there was nothing a good Camera would do to change that. Secondly, there are ladies who even with good Cameras and makeups they still look like Roasted Potatoes.
I went ahead with “If I die I die” phrase of a determined obsessed Makerere University Student targeting the private parts of a Member of Parliament. With my 4 years old Camera I took this photo attached for the contest.
"Good without God"

