You must have a sexual dysfunction

One day I was in a public office waiting to speak to one of its important people. A man waiting with me decided to strike up a conversation. I know Ugandans are friendly but there is such a thing as pushing it. And boy, did this man push it. I like to make the most of bad situations so I’ll turn our amazing conversation into a story for you.

“Kukunda? So you’re a Munyankore!”

“Yes”

“lkjdsf;lakjdsf;lakjsdf;lakjdf;ljakdf”, he said.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the language”, I told him.

“Ah. So you’re one of those who speak Luganda” he exclaimed, now saying “Aldkfja;lsdkfja;lkdsfj;alsdkjf”

“No. I don’t speak that either”.

“You don’t know Luganda or Runyankore?”

“No”.

“What kind of Ugandan are you?”, he asked.

“I’m the new age Kampalan kind”, I sighed.

“At least tell me you have a child”.

Because the next best thing to speaking local languages is to procreate with those who do?

“No”, I said through clenched teeth. “I don’t have a child”.

“Not even in the village?”

“What village?”, I exclaimed. “The villages where I don’t speak the languages? If I had a child, they’d be here with me!”

“Eh. Just go and marry a Muzungu”.

“What?!”

“I mean, look at your life”, he sneered. “You don’t speak any local language, you have no children, you’re even thin, you’re only fit for a Muzungu”.

“I assure you”, I smiled at the only opening he’d given me. “I’m glad I’m not fit for the likes of you!”.

“So you’re like a homosexual”, he continued.

Eh. This guy was special.

“I think you have a sexual dysfunction”, he started. I got up and looked for somewhere else to sit.

You can’t go around telling people you think they’re fake. One day you’ll meet someone with a bad day, a temper and a gun.

Now to look for treatment for this sexual dysfunction…