…always ask me who I was speaking to on the phone.
 I really don’t know how many times I have voiced my concerns on the silly habits people have developed since the invention of the mobile phone. Some idle people are always in the habit of asking me who I was talking to each time I get off the phone.

Some are jealous ladies trying to win my blood-pumping heart, others are just useless citizens.

Well, maybe you were not told this when you bought your phone, but this is a private gadget and everything that happens with it is a private matter. So just mind your business. Not just next time but always. 
 
…inconvenience me each time they greet me.
 I always love to greet and be greeted especially when I meet someone I have not seen in a long time. However, sometimes it just turns into an idea for the stuff I write here.

Have you not felt like smacking someone for greeting you with palms full of sweat? What about the fellow with a sweaty forehead, insisting on greeting you in the ubiquitous head ‘butting’ fashion?

I thought the greeting was supposed to enhance our relationship not to give me laundry ideas.

Try moving with a handkerchief next time you want to greet me or a towel if your sweat glands are in the habit of releasing too much!

…do not accept coins as change from me.
The folks at the National Bank of Rwanda may not be aware but some snobs around the city are in the habit of pretending not to be comfortable with coins.

These guys sometimes take a taxi and on paying with a big note, they scold the conductor for giving back coins for their change. They stupidly insist on being given paper money.

Do you fools think that taxi operators work with the central bank? They do not mint money and what they get is what they give so shut up and put the coins in the pocket.

Coins are legal tender and anyone who refuses to receive them is either foolish or another word meaning the same.

…sell envelops in supermarkets.
Sometimes you walk into a shop and buy things worth Rwf 7,000. When you request the lady behind the counter to avail you with an envelop to carry the things, she shamelessly tells you that it costs Rwf 50.

Surely, by the time I bought things worth that much I could afford the damn envelop. Is it not wiser and better business for you to offer it to me instead of making me pay for it separately?

Should restaurants also charge us when we ask for a toothpick after a meal?

Please, join me in boycotting these shops with attendants that have no thinking experience and sticking to those where even the female customer is a King [pun intended].     

…have no table manners at all.
I am trying to trace these people’s parents and send them to the ICC for crimes against humanity. How do they expect us to live peacefully with these uncouth fellows that they failed to raise? The other day a friend visited me and found me having lunch.

What annoyed me is that even before he could finish greeting me, he had already picked out my lone piece of meat and eaten it! To say that I was shocked would only show the limits of language.

I HATE this guy and from now on I will be eating my meat first. Yes, you can come and pick on my beans before I slap you in the nose. Those with this habit should stop before I hand your parents over to the ICC.
 

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