I hate people who...

…air their dirty linen on social media. No time to waste on this. I am obviously talking about that American guy who married a princess from Uganda. How on earth one wakes up thinking that telling us all the nitty-gritty about their wife or husband on Facebook can be helpful to mankind is beyond me. The Duke went first with words that parents would not want their children to read here. Soon after, the princess who seemed not to know how a princess should conduct herself followed with her version. Look here, we are all trying to fight our own battles. We do not really care what kind of wife you have. She is yours and not public property. …think it is ok to be late all the time. Don’t even give me that nonsense of this is Africa. Some people seem to have taken the joke too far. All mobile phones have clocks but many never really bother to keep time. I mean aren’t we all tired of those “I will be there in five minutes” texts that remain relevant 30 minutes later? What makes you think that those who keep time and arrive early for appointments are actually in lack of better things to do? Surprisingly the people who need you are the ones that love being late. I think our laws need to be amended to add something to do with late coming in the penal code. For example if someone delays by an hour, they should be sent to jail and only served food when it is late. …start pointless conversation in restrooms. Take for example, the weird breed of jokers who have a habit of starting conversations in restrooms. You walk towards the urinal see me and then think, this must be a good time to start a conversation about the EAC or events in DRC. Are you out of your mind? Does this place really look like a coffee shop? Did your parents teach you that a rest room can double as a boardroom? Where did these people come from? Can someone take them back to wherever they came from? That place is for easing yourself not brainstorming. …always do the right things in the wrong places. You are an NGO with a programme for rural farmers and all you can think of is holding a farmers’ workshop at a top city hotel. How did I not even hate on such people much earlier. Who tells these people that a farmer from the village will continue thinking about farming once they experience the ambiance of a hotel in Kigali? Is the objective to teach them or to inspire them to leave farming and apply to work at classy hotel? This whole workshop/seminar disease sometimes reaches very high levels of foolishness. …send me useless and unsolicited text messages. Just as I was writing this, I got a message on my phone from Nakumatt supermarket about an offer they have on bread. Yes I like bread, but who said I like messages about cheap bread from Nakumatt? Just when you are beginning to feel safe from the messages from Rwanda National Police about driving permits you are then faced with those from Nakumatt. By the way I do shop from Nakumatt sometimes and it always has nothing to do with a text message. But let me ask this; why can’t MTN just try giving me airtime instead of giving out my number to random people and organisations? Let me help you hate by sending your suggestions to thehater2009@gmail.com or text me at +250 788 545293