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Woman Nearly Crushes Living Day Light Out of Daughter in Kireka Bar

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Woman Nearly Crushes Living Day Light Out of Daughter in Kireka Bar
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It's the festive season, that time when mothers spend more time worrying about their daughters than Museveni cares about Mpuuga's new Democratic Alliance

I was preparing to pot the black ball when someone yanked the cue stick from my hands. It was a woman. Not the kind yoi will find in a club on a Friday night.

Her next action showed. Folding her right knee with the dexterity of a MMA pro fighter kneeing an opponen, she struck the cue stick on it.

Twack!

This was just how we broke firewood in the 80s - when smoke meant life in the kitchen, not a burning house - and the thicker and stronger the beholder, the easier the action (of breaking the stick).

The momma had a cunning look to Brenda Fassie, only she was thicker. In fact, she was plump like sweet potato the had overgrown its harvest.

She pulled one end of the cue stick and threw the other down. Then she proceeded to push her way through the mass of revellers, her head up as if trying not to miss a spotted target.

And that was actually the case.

She was about to strike when a bouncer grabbed the stick from behind. She was dragged away swearing something I couldn't hear in the din of music but her quaking lower lip - it was graphically longer than the upper one - gave away a proper guess.

"I'll kill you!"

Clearly, the quick bouncer had saved the bar from enduring a 'baricide' case - the killing of a relative in a bar!

As the Momma was dragged away, eyes turned to the vixen-like girl who we all concluded was either a loan defaulter or the Momma's daughter.

Take your guess.

The girl wore something that looked as far to a dress as it was to close to a string on a Hindu shrine. Her thighs were more welcome to the eyes than a Subaru driver takes in the approach to the Expressway.

Outside, Momma was still in a fit. She raged about her daughter going to the dogs.

"I wish I had given birth to bad ommwanyi berries instead of such a nuisance!" she screamed.

Inside, the creature of a daughter caressed her Tusker bottle and whispered something in the ears of the mockup fellow sponsoring her near-fatal evening.

If she was bothered at all, then it was all in her cleavage that seemed to call for stick-like fingers than the Momma's rage.

For a moment, a fleeting thought ran through my mind, that the bouncer should not have intervened. But then I remembered that we have a fully-fledged agency responsible for shouting at people for abusing animals rights.

It is the festive season, that time when people give a lot of legs and mothers a lot sticks. But in this TikTok error, no mother is winning the fight. The daughters have bouncers!

Great festive season, my fellow Nilers!

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