The break-up

By Malcolm Rex

The three musketeers — TJ, Ras and I — had a happy reunion at Small Den last weekend. As you are aware, the Migingo Derby Reloaded was in the offing and we were there to give as much moral support to our boys in Uganda.

The results were a bit discouraging, but hey, there could only be one winner. After the match, as expected, our discussion turned to matters of the heart. Is it not wonderful that Small Den gives the grooms a platform to air their frustrations on the home front without looking over their shoulders?

You may recall the ‘crisis’ that Ras had the last time we met at Small Den, what he referred to as “some teething problems” with Jackie, his fair blonde. He had even contemplated ending the relationship were it not for our persuasion. Leading the pack of advisers was TJ. He was at it once again.

“Ras, men know little about relationships, so don’t end what you can’t fully understand. If you end the relationship, Jackie will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends while writing a poem entitled All Men are Idiots. Then she will get on with her life. On the other hand, you will have more trouble letting go. You will make drunken phone calls six months after the break-up at three in the morning telling her how you think there is still a chance for both of you. Avoid the trouble. Stick to her now,” said TJ.

I must admit that TJ’s recent spark of brilliance, considering his numerous domestic battles with his mama, is mesmerizing me. It seems that one has to hit rock bottom before finding their way up. Ras was so moved that he had no issue ordering another round of the frothy stuff to the grooms. May his woes increase.