Tag Archives: Shafts

Today let me share with you a story which happened in 2003. If you are a regular reader of this column, you must be remembering the time I used to trade in produce like simsim, sunflower, groundnuts and maize. I would buy them from Pader and sell them in Kampala. I hope you recall the story where I shafted a …

“When it comes to business trips (safaris), you are the most active creature on this planet,” my friend Juma who doubles as a Fuso driver, one time commented. He commented like that not because am a super sales man but because I am active in all fields ranging from monetary business, barter trade to women. Luck moves with me, there …

My home is fully packed these days since my 12-year old daughter and Yasmine’s relatives who all study at Mengo SS are in holidays. For the last few days, I have been going back home early to have supper with them and this has forced me to always leave very early in the morning for my ‘business’. However, this was …

Ever since I shafted a horny, dangerous babe that came from the US from her granny’s grave, nightmares have been haunting me down. While deep asleep, a weird voice asks me “Why did you bonk my graveyard?” surprisingly, this happens when I am with Yasmine but she has not yet found out why I behave like I am haunted by …

Just like liars should have a very good memory, I have come to realize that guys who cheat like Yours Truly must be extra careful to keep their wives away from the truth. From today onwards, I have to double check my pockets, phones and clothes just in case Yasmine has bought one of those tracking devices from that guy …

Last Friday evening, I decided to go to an internet café in wandegeya because I know that this is a place where I could land on a campus babe that I would shaft throughout the weekend. As soon as I entered the café, I spotted a very cute babe who was busy surfing porn on her phone. I just smiled …

When bullets flew left, right and center, I knew it was my end. I didn’t have to go to Iraq or Kabul nor did I meet that horror in Garamba neither was I in Busia, it all found me at Top Bar. Guys, I knew I was dead; leaving my beautiful Yasmine, the twins and my first daughter Hawa but …

On Tuesday, about seven armed robbers raided my precious home and took off with all the money that I had at the moment. It seems one of my shaft mates tipped them that I am the richest cosmetics dealer in Uganda. “Where is the dime?” one of the armed robbers asked me. I immediately moved to the bedroom and pulled …