{UAH} Voodoo actually works!

The clock was striking three in the morning when i left Kampala on December 3rd 2016. I had just bought a new car replacing the old Pajero which I had driven for five years and later sold it cheaply at Pine to top up for the new Kluger. The streets were almost empty and bereft of traffic when i started the journey from Muyenga to Busega through Makindye and Nateete.It was dark and cold. It took me seven minutes to reach at the mouth of Masaka road at Busega. Masaka road too was almost deserted save for a few puttering trailers on transit lumbering on the tarmac road with loads of goods, emitting wreaths of smoke from their exhaust pipes and deafening noise from their engines. The new car, bought from YUASA bond in Nakawa was very fast on the road, i could even accelerate to 140KM/HR on a stretch and below 100KM/HR through the curves or bumpy parts. I drove through the mist, road wound through verdant hills and valleys. I was lonely, the whole journey I listened to the radio. By seven in the morning, I was already in Mbarara town. I decided to stop at a certain Hotel for breakfast. I was a few kilometers away from my home in Rukungiri and I could have driven and found my mother in the kitchen preparing me breakfast but the devil which was hovering over me, the bulging pockets with wads of money, the hanging stomach as though i had a school of teens inside, bludgeoned me to pull into the Hotel parking lot.

While i was darting my sleepy eyes hither and thither for a vacant seat to settle in, my long time friend whom we had studied together at the University of Cape Town spotted and pronounced my name. We had lost contacts and had not communicated in a while so I sauntered with swagger to his table and we started exchanging pleasantries. Dononzio is Congolese but then he was working with an NGO in Kampala and had been traveling to Congo and stopped over in Mbarara to have breakfast, just like me. The clock on the dinning wall of the Hotel was striking Ten in the morning when we got up to go. We moved together up to the parking lot where i had parked my new car but to my chagrin the lot where i had parked and locked it well was empty. I literally jumped out of my skin and fell in a heap without uttering anything. I had foregone many stuff when i made a choice to buy a vehicle, as a young man of 29 years then i could have built a house in the village.

My Congolese friend Dononzio gathered me from the ground where I had fallen and comforted me. He led me to his vehicle and we ensconced ourselves in the seats of his Ford Double cabin. I told him that my car had been stolen. Firstly, he popped his eyes as though they almost popped from the sockets, then he nonchalantly told me not to worry and insisted that he had a quick solution to the Gordian knot. He quickly alerted the Hotel administration and the security to mark the lot such that no one could cross or park there. We drove to the police and reported the theft and later drove to Mpundwe in Kasese, a village that boarders Uganda with Democratic Republic of Congo. Definitely we drove while he told me how he had lost cars before and the man we were going to helped him to recover them in a day and being a first timer my heart was hesitant and palpitated the whole journey. I promised him that i would really testify when the diablerie actually solved my katzenjarmmer and misadventure.

Through many labyrinths of village paths, we finally reached the old man's village at one in the afternoon. His scrawny son who looked seven years, in tattered sordid shorts without a shirt and had protruding tummy welcomed us and led us to the visitors bench that is permanently planted in the earth under the big tree. The old man came and we told him why we were at his hut. He got into his hut which was near the tree and in a few minutes he had started jabbering incoherently. He got out and handed us something that was wrapped neatly in a green polythene and instructed us not to thank him and rush and place it in the exact spot where the car had been, and utter that "Whoever came and picked the car here should return it before dusk"

It took us three hours to get to the Hotel in Mbarara and we did as we were told. THE THIEF BROUGHT BACK THE VEHICLE AT SEVEN THIRTY IN THE EVENING AND WE ARRESTED HIM AND TOOK HIM TO POLICE. HE PLEADED IN VAIN.😁😁😁

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