Thank God it's Friday, the day we spend in the office plotting for the weekend.
If you are a boss and you see people busy on phones and computers, you have nothing to feel proud of. They are using company resources to hook up at the stroke of 5pm. These past weekends have been kind of slow.
They were mainly about detoxing, watching series and catching up with guys who had gone upcountry for holidays.
Since some of the village tales can get to boring levels, we also used the chance to update them on the latest happenings, one of which was Captain Dolla's latest hit Emmesse. The story was, we had moved on from eating sumbusa (Eddie Kenzo's Sumba) to beating rats. To drive the story home, we plotted to storm Club Rouge for the hit's official release party.
Everybody was in on the plot apart from Fredo, who always seems uncomfortable hanging out on the weekend. It's like the big boy has curfew! You will find him having a blast from Monday and his 'weekend' climax is Thursday night.
No sooner had we reached our rendezvous than he received a call and decided to leave. How could he leave us alone when we were surrounded and outnumbered by all these 'rats'? Not even Kayihura's tear gas or Jennifer Musisi's graders could get me out of here. So, we danced the night away and the lucky ones managed to beat the already poisoned-by-booze 'rats'.
The following day I made a stopover at Fredo's place because his phone was off. I was shocked to find his regular babe at his place, busy preparing lunch. Fredo was also helping out in the kitchen. I could not believe my eyes. Our buddy was a weekend husband!
His days of enjoying weekends were long gone, that's why he makes the most of the weekdays, sometimes reporting to work smelling like a brewery. If I had a chance to write my vows, I would include being married Monday to Friday 5pm, and then become a bachelor over the weekend.
I wish the weekend husbands the best of luck; may you make many weekend babies!