The Reason Gerald Sendaula Dumped His Slay Queen

Gerald Sendaula, not the former Minister of Finance, but a random chap, bagged himself a slay queen while out with friends at Nomads – a joint on Ggaba Road. Slay Queen came across as having money, exposed, and had travelled – except, after every two minutes of forcing English with an accent of sorts, the words failed her that she reverted back to Luganda which, she was more accustomed to.

Not This Gerald Sendaula, But A Different One

Two days after they hooked up, came the first request. She needed 20k to buy data. He said he would send it sometime before lunch and when lunch came and went, she sent him a WhatsApp sad face with tears emoji. The next was an angry faced emoji till she finally broke silence: “Bae, my airtime.”

Crying Face Emoji

As the relationship progressed, so did the WhatsApp messages from her to him. “I feel like chicken, I am in town but don’t have transport home, my friend is having her birthday party and I can’t go without a present for her, I want to see you but my hair is not looking good.”  Gerald being Gerald, always met her needs. On the other hand, he didn’t make any ‘repay me in-kind’ moves on her - if you get my drift though, he did hint at it a couple of times but always got shot down.

When Slay Queen felt Gerald, her cash cow might up and leave because she’s not meeting his needs, out of the blue she calls him inviting him to spend the weekend her place in the depths of Kawempe Zone B, an area he thought all Kampala’s boda’s and taxis go to park at the end of the day.

After battling through the jam for three hours and getting lost multiple times, he finally found her place and no sooner had he walked in, he was greeted with: “But bae, I am hungry”. No hello, no it’s nice to see you.

He’d seen some road side chicken just down the road so off they went except, when he stopped at the first stall, with no shame Slay Queen tells him she wants pizza and from the Food Hub where the former Nando’s used to be.

Slay Queens?

He tells us that he should have blown a gasket. I mean he’d spent three hours battling traffic to get to Kawempe and now she wants him to drive back to town for pizza and then all the way back to Kawempe? Just as the gasket was about to blow, he glanced at her – short skirt, brown thighs, blouse showing more than ample cleavage coupled with the thought of his needs being met.

So he drove back to town with busungu, swung her 50k for a 24k pizza with the change going straight into her purse then, drove back while battling through traffic – this time for the lesser time of two hours.

After she had had done swift justice to the pizza, he made polite talk for twenty minutes which, he thought was ample time for the food to digest before he got his groove on with her.

No sooner had he felt her up than out came: “But bae am sick.” He had just died in his own movie. Seething with rage, he deliberated driving back home but, the thought of battling traffic again put paid to that thought.

Angry Face Emojis

When they got into bed, he turned his back on her, faced the wall with his nose literally sniffing the Sadolin paint off it. The following day he was up at 6:00am, showered and on his way but, not before being asked for salon money and transport to go to a friend’s party in Kiwatule. “I will send MM” he told her. He didn’t and through the course of the next two days, he kept on getting angry faced WhatsApp emoji’s.            

Pictures: Legit.ng, Philip Bates, Monitor.co.ug