Honestly the last four months have been a living hell for me here at my campus in neighbouring Uganda.
Since the petrol prices hiked about four, five months ago, I can a sure you life has never been the same. I have not smiled in a while, not even cracked my best jokes more or less hanging with my friends; all courtesy of the pricey petrol.
If truth be told, the pricey petrol effects are my worst nightmare. I can’t remember the last time I ate the tasty chicken from the classy campus restaurant.
The other day as I walked out of the lecture room and I heard this classmate of mine call her friends to go have chicken for lunch.
Whaww! Chicken! For lunch, and she is calling her friend too, she must be rich. Wish she invited me instead, I thought to myself.
Numerous thoughts have been filling up my head. Last week, I sat up all night cursing the Libyans! Why did they have to fight anyway? Stupid people who had everything and now they are suffering with nothing with them.
It’s because of them that I can’t afford that Rolex (omelette rolled in a chapatti), and Kikomando (beans and chapattis mixed) anymore.
To make matters worse all the restaurants near campus are near my hostel. Every time the chefs are spinning the spoons in the sauce pans, am mesmerised by the aroma of the tasty delicious food I cannot reach my hand on.
All courtesy of the pricey petrol, agggrrhhh!!Libya you are to blame!
I even wish I could evacuate my hostel at the moment. Weekends are now my worst days when they should be the best I can spend as a campus chap.
Honestly, I now envy my closest neighbour at hostel so badly. I don’t know if he has chefs in his room but every weekend I have to be suffocated with the aroma of tasty “pillao”.
For a lad like me that last tasted the “pillao” on Christmas when I was back home, this would be the last thing I need to smell especially when I can’t afford to have it.
Petrol! What you are not doing to me. Funny enough before I could finish saying this my other neighbour who we are in the same boat was yawning!
That’s how pricey petrol can effect on us. Two weeks back when I thought I was the most affected being, I came to witness I might have been the less complainant about this whole situation.
Peter my classmate emphasised he had last taken a soda on his way on a journey from home, then chicken was last tasted during the New Year times. Ha-ha...can you imagine! Petrol!
Leave alone the food corner, I have as well refuted to watch CNN, BBC and other international news networks since the start of February. Why?
I frankly could not take the continuous news stream talking about how standards of living have skyrocketed.
Every hour that a headline passed by CNN talking about high prices and inflation. I “died” internally.
I thought about how much I was going to miss. Then, I came in with my excuse for blaming “Gaddaffi” for everything.