AND SO THERE I WAS

There is one thing that gives me enough reason to be wanting to go back to school, to attend a class, not any ordinary class but an O-Level Literature class about this book Miquel Street(wait a minute is it a book or a novel, but is there any difference between the two anyway)

The characters in this west indies neighborhood of Miquel Street had a similar destiny of a seemingly inevitable disillusionment, from funny characters to tense persona, one could not help but to read along as the story unfolded, the teacher himself who lectured us about this book was the funniest in the school(St Josephs College Ombaci) Mr GOGO(read as goggle in latin,is it?) a.k.a Gba gba-this his kakwa nick name has something ineffeble about it that gets me all smiles,his european school master had truble pronoucing it so he choose to spell it like G.B.A G.B.A reading each letter alone. Enter the planets funniest men of Miquel Street.

MAN MAN was totally insane, some of my school mates thought his name should have been mad man, imitated Jesus Christ and demand people to crucify him,had the entire town children trail him as he went around strutting his backside, he eat from a trash cans(the lunatics from Uganda though eat from those K.C.C gabbage bins none has ever attempted a kaloli, word has it that thge last time a mad man did that he was found lying dead somewhere around the railway line.

POPO, the cabinet maker was a master of disquise, treachery and deception where his second name, theft by tricks is what he earned from, sold you a bed one day and stole it the next only to resell it to any unsuspecting customer.

LAURA, she was an interesting kind, had seven kids with six men, actually it was the man she was living with that managed a double, moreover she was a biology teacher

From stinking poverty to careers that never were, Miquel Street was anything but the slums of kampala, the machanic who spent the whole day trying to lift the crankshaft of the bed ford lorry an inch to the poet who tried to be Black Wordsworth

If i were to go down memory lane there is plenty to write about about this little street, for fun lovers a little laughter wont hurt at all.....and for me it will do the magic