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Lying world of Nkumba campus gals.

By.Godfrey Ateu.

It’s unarguable that lies are now the most common features of human beings. It’s more like an epidemic, gradually getting hold of us, especially the campus female folk.

I was in a taxi heading to campus. Seated next to me was a young lady, of course gorgeously dressed, looking real hip. Soon, I was dumbfounded as she bombarded her guy with unpardonable lies.

Immediately her phone beeped, she brought it out, glanced at the name on the screen, breathed in and out twice, then feigned her voice as she picked the call.

She was pretentiously sounding like someone really very sick. She told her caller that she was in Entebbe, still very sick and was on her way to the hospital.

She even went as far as accusing the guy (Sam) on the phone of adopting a lackadaisical attitude towards her in her time of need. She concluded by begging him to pay some money into her account, so she could use it to offset the hospital bills.

As the conversation went on, I was baffled at her courage and boldness, because she felt so unconcerned about the judgment of the other passengers sitting in the taxi who were obviously eavesdropping on her call.

As she alighted at her taxi stop, the remaining passengers in the taxi picked up her case as the topic of the day.

Men and women alike were all condemning her, forgetting that just like the adulterous woman in the Holy book, nobody could dare challenge her in her presence because all of them could also be found guilty of the same sin.

Men cannot be exonerated of such thunderous phone lies. But the cases of women are more rampant and the grades of their lies higher than those of their male counterparts.

As if that wasn’t enough, I went to my salon to make my hair. There, I encountered a higher level of lies campus ladies tell.

It is common knowledge that hairdressing salons are places where rumors are generated and spread like wild fire, lies are manufactured, and then the good, bad and ugly news are circulated.

If you want to know what’s new or the latest happening on your street or hostel, just sit in any hairdressing salon in that area for at least one hour, and your ears would be filled to your satisfaction.

So that day, I rushed in just to have my hair cut short. As I sat down waiting for the barber to attend to me, I sighted one hot chic on the block.

Two of the workers there were busy with her hair and nails, while her hands and attention were on her phone.

Shortly after, her phone beeped and she received a call. She told the caller that she was in a salon making her hair and needs his help. She claimed to be financially stranded in the salon.

Few minutes later, one handsome dude walked into the salon with a bag full of edible stuff. He walked straight to her, handed over the package and some money, then sat a while with her and left.

It was as if I was monitoring and timing her; 30 minutes later, another guy walked into the same salon with yet another bag of goodies. This particular one spent more time chatting with her than the first.

Finally, he left and the customers and the stylist were murmuring on her escapades. But nobody could say it loudly to her hearing.

At last, she was done but her escapades were not over. She quickly put a call over to a guy who came over and picked her up with his car.

As soon as she left, there was uproar, tongues were wagging. Stories about her usual change of guys became the sensational topic of the day.

Lies were clamoring on each other. Ggwe tulina wolokoso mungi bannange.

But that chic has guts oh! Oy’omuwala mukuuzi

How she managed to convince three different guys to come to her aid in a salon still beats my imagination.