Saturday, 11 July 2020

Recalling the Shooting at Quality Supermarket, Nalya

Somehow social media picks us from our dust and places us on the same bench with people of very high status. Imagine, me a graduate of one UPE school in Nakunuku also coming here to give opinion on the behavior of someone who studied at Oxford and Leeds universities. Mugisha Arnold who was shot by a security at Quality Supermarket in 2019.

Despite all the hype however, I learnt to maintain my silence and only comment on issues of my "level".

Things like one shooting another is beyond me. I will passionately comment on Mama Rhoda increasing the price of katogo, raising the taxi fare from Bwaise to Namungoona, bodaboda accidents and maybe our ghetto gladiator Bobi Wine who has refused to leave us and enjoy his wealth alone.

Those matters are of highly placed people are complicated and most of all we have our own problems to solve. Just the other day, before lockdown, a guy was stopped from entering a certain mosque because he was not well dressed. I also wondered what took him to such a magnanimous Mosque to disturb the other God who listens to issues such as land titles, real estates and foreign trips for vacation. You take there your problems of a ka-boda boda accident?
Arnold Mugisha who was shot (Internet Photo)

Let us just stay in our lane; let the trolleys roll. After all we have never gone to a supermarket and bought merchandise  enough to fill a trolley. Let the bullets fly; after all some of you are too poor for a bullet to be wasted; one iron bar and you're down. Do you remember Dans Kumapesa?

In my opinion, I think that the askari was right and wrong. If his colleague was run
over for blocking the car from behind, instead of this other one picking a gun he should have run in front of the car. Block it from the front and behind and see whether the guy would have run over two guards in the same day.

Quality Shopping Village - Scene of the shooting
I still doubt whether rich people are allowed to kill more than one poor person in a day.

Meanwhile am unhappy that Mama Naki has lost a relative in Kalisizo and she must go for burial. Not that I feel for her but she wants all of us, her debtors to pay the weekly food fee on Friday instead of the usual Sunday evening. M
bu she wants to get money enough to travel to her village for burial.

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