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Stopped by for a little shopping and espied a neighbor within the vicinity. "I will reach home before these ones" I told myself with a reassuring grin thinking of how well I drive a stick shift and how well I know the back roads. "I am indeed the distributor in Omito Corp Ltd and I KNOW Kampala Metropolitan" I smiled to myself.

Impatiently I waited for my bulky but light order to be delivered from the back store. Some perks of being on the streets is knowing where bargains can be found; this was a price bargain!. The idea of price bargains took my mind back to the 42-day lockdown when my "shop-and-deliver" client's enjoyed even better pricing and fresher supplies than before the lockdown in addition to some precious "Me time" since I did all the running around for them.

"Your order sebbo", a sweet soft voice brought my mind back to earth the way the look on your wife's face reminds you not to say the food reminds you of a dish your mother used to cook. "Should I put it in a kavera?", she asked. "No" I said, seeing the item was already packed in a kavera with an easy to hold design. Besides, I don't think it is intelligent to put something in a kavera when the kavera can't even try to conceal what it is you are carrying in it.

By this time my neighbor was out of sight. "He got a head start on me the little rascal", I told myself. "I will pull a Hamilton on him none the less". I dashed back to my car parked in such a "get-away" style it would leave the "Italian job" band jealous through a trilogy. With my ear phones locked on, the gangster Drake and Breezy jam that had been on repeat since morning at full blast, I jumped into the car and the manual car S.O.P kicked in like a well trained SFC commando taking president Museveni to a military command center in a shoot out. The perplexed look on the face of the man in the automatic transmission I cut off on the main road before his automatic engine could come to life could tell it all.

About two kilometers down the road as I wiggled through the maneuverable sections of the evening traffic jam I heard knocks on the rear of my vehicle. I looked into the rear mirror and saw a man in a blueish stripped shirt was the cause of alarm. With my super alertness I knew there was nothing wrong with my car so I put on the parking indicator light - to confuse the attackers if any - but drove on for some one hundred meters before actually parking. Remember I was in the SFC mode!

By the time the gentleman reached the car I had gone through three separate mental fights from start to finish; unarmed, armed and with multiple attackers. But instead he arrived with a woman, not as charming as the lady at the shop, but lady enough to make a man drop his guard a little.

Apparently they wanted Wavah Water for a wedding for the next day and my branded car and stock were a glaring moving advert! With military speed, the SFC commando changed huts with the Ex-Diageo field sales commando. The gentleman and lady were quickly delighted and ofcourse, my safe got some new tenants, a few gorillas! My neighbor got me thinking, for a moment, that I was still in the 8 to 5!