Aga Sekalala Jnr

Aga Sekalala Jnr – MD, Ugachick/Smba FM

Monday

We lost dime when Uchumi went bust. January is financially a very tight month for most people, that they are forced to live on banja. However, after the Uchumi saga, I have told my peeps in accounts that until further notice, tell our customers – ‘No dime, No Ugachick’.

Tuesday

I think people at home are taking the spirit of supporting the Ugachick brand way off the scale. Just because I own Ugachick, it does not mean that we should have chicken for lunch and supper every day. For a change, I would like to get home to find some beef or goat meat or lamb. But on a daily basis, whenever House-ee serves dinner, she smiles and says: “Tatta, enkoko eya Ugachick”. 

Wednesday

I am not keen on Wednesdays. I have to walk round the factory with my managers and today, I forgot to bring my gumboots. I don’t see any of the managers volunteering to give me theirs yet I need them because there is always that annoying chicken by the entrance that’s fond of squirting its dios poo on me when I walk in. It’s done one squirt too many that today I am going to have to tell Master Butcher to do away with its head first thing Thursday morning.

Thursday

I have problems at Radio Simba. One of the DJ’s has been making comments that the people at UCC do not find amusing and I have been hauled in to see them. They keep on referring to me as Mr. Aga. But why yet my surname is Sekalala. Sometimes, one of them calls me Mr. Ugachick. I don’t know if he is trying to be funny, sarcastic or hoping that in the boot of my car, there is a chicken for him.

Friday

The Imam at prayers today said stuff that made sense. I feel spiritually cleansed, focused and ready to tackle whatever the weekend throws at me. I am not going out tonight. Going to stay home and do some tweeting. Andrew Rugasira and Daudi Mpanga often send out interesting tweets.

Saturday

The family want me to take them out for lunch and is there any need to guess where they want to go? So to KFC it is. I know my product well and it works well. The pieces are big and chunky. Er wait a minute... remember the annoying chicken I was telling you about that squirts its poo at me on Wednesdays? I think I have just seen part of it being tossed into the fryer. At least Master Butcher does what I tell him. Next week the walk round the factory should much pleasant.  

Sunday

I have got a bit of a toothache. In theory I should book an emergency appointment with my wife, who is a dentist, but I have seen her rates and as I said earlier, January is financially a very tight month so I don’t think she will see me on banja. I know of another clinic round the corner from her dental practice called Basils Dental Clinic. I hear he can be ‘talked to’ so I am going to give him a try. Funny thing though, people are asking me if it’s a wise decision and that I should keep it under wraps from Wifey. I wonder why?