Date; - 14th February 2011, Valentine’s Day.
Hares; - Mupakasi, Perrry Mason and Conman
For the first time I arrived number one the hash Venue and the place was deserted although you could not mistake the air of anticipation in the air . . . something like that the anticipation ion the air should be the correct sentence. Anyway, the reason why I found myself to be the first one to arrive at the hash Venue was because at the last moment, I decided that I would obey the strict dress code, Red and Black this being Valentine’s Day and all, so I went to Wina Classic to shop for the right wear (you can add two ‘O’s in that Word ‘Wina’ and remove the ‘a’ (if you want to get the more accurate description of the location for this purchase). Anyway, to take a long story short, I bought that wonderful black night dress and red night gown and was ready for the run. The Hash Cash having been customary late as usual forced me to begin the registration where I am glad that I made enjawulo of 3,000/= only, just enough to buy myself a free beer. To this point, I do not know how I came to realise a profit of 3K as I made the registration. But that is a story for another day.
Up Circle; - The up circle was called a few minutes to 6:00pm and we and a new shoes who also happened to be a new comer or something, he did not realize that he baptism of the shoe ins meant to either be drunk or poured ouver the head. After wasting a valuable half bottle of the brew, he got it right and had the beer poured over his head. At about this time, the co-hare Perry Mason was seen rushing into the hash venue and then I realized that we were going to have a very interesting Hash on our hands.
The Run; - Minus the first two check backs, we took a downward slope to reach the famous Kabaka’s Lake in Rubaga, by the way which happens to be the largest manmade lake in the country, then round this lake we run with a couple of loops to control the FRBs and the uphill along the Ring Road to reach the first check point at the main entrance to the Lubiri Twekobe Palace. This check point was not really a check point as the very experienced Hasher in Conman did not allow much time for the more sluggish Wankerettes to reach the Check Point. Then straight away, with red black everywhere, we raced downwards along the Ring Round to slope into that area which is called Mubuzzi (At the goats), where the red dresses being adorned by many Hashers and Hashettes were such a big with people retiring from work. There was a massive check back which got a number of Runners who were heading toward the former Kampala Parents School. The course went upwards toward the Kabaka’s Roundabout, then climbing half way from this round about to towards Bulange Mengo to reach the Second Check point.
At the second check point we had the famous song “If I was a single gal and I was asked to marry, I would marry a mechanic more than any other, for he would screw, and I would screw, we should screw together, right in the middle of the . . . etc. song by Dayo. You know that he love that song.
Then we had a gentle climb to the main Road (Wakaliga Road) to then onwards to reach the base of Rubaga Hills and that long steep Climb to the top of the Hills, just past the Hospital to reach the third and final check point which was doubling as a beer stop manned by the one and only Saddam. Saddam served us white and Red Wine and a sprinkling of Grant’s whisky atop the Rubaga Hill as the sun set over the rolling hills of Kampala City. It was a moment to cherish. We were so glad that most Walkers had been led off by a short cut to the On in so they could not disorganize our Beer no our wine and Grant’s Stop. We took a couple of pictures there, that many media house would be glad to include somewhere in their centre pages. The rest of the run was a slope-down-to-the-hashvenue-at-your-convenience-with-a-plastic-cup-full-of-wine-or-Grants sort of thing. I saw someone taking taking pictures so I hope the pictures will accompany this Hash trash.
The Circle
The circle started round about 7:00pm with the introduction of the hares, introduction of returnees / new comers plus and the making of a whole series of announcements. No sooner had the circle started (I hate to use that word no sooner as it used to get in all sorts of complications with my English Teachers at school). Anyway, no sooner had the circle started than the electricity went off (I know that is wrong English). But anyway, power went off right at the beginning other circle and the rest of the circle was conducted in total darkness later someone told me that it was not a power blackout but an isolated incident. The power came back about an hour or so later. Don’t worry, these things happen or “Tofayo, bibaawo” in the language spoken by the locals here. (A probably very annoying last part of the statement but tofayo) on on!
Announcements made at the circle included;
• The 7 Hills run is still on the 20th March 2011. Starting point is just after the American Embassy. It used to be called Harvester but now it is called Moon land Gardens. Registration is going on at both Shop 47 Grande Imperial Hotel and at the regular Monday Hashes. 10,000/= per participant.
• Next week’s run will be the wine tasting Run due to be held at Wine garage in Muyenga. Hare is cartoon.
• It was announce that the Hasher Known as Buffalo Dung had lost his Dad recently. A separate collection of Mabugo was conducted by Dip Stick on his behalf.
• It was announced that the Hasher as Nalongo had recently lost her Mum. Another separate collection for Mabugo was instituted by Dip Stick in conjunction with Kabuki.
Returnees and Visiting Hashers the Hashers;
Wanche a returnee, Bozo the Clown, a visiting Hashers who has hashed in Addis and been an RA their too, he proved to be one of the noisiest hashers I have en in a long time, competing for the with Loves that Shit. Bozo the Clown has also hashed in Dakar Bangladesh. We had a song from the visiting Hashers. It was a Heineken song details to be availed to you as soon as possible.
Sinners;-
Al the Liars in the house were called for a down down for what reason I do not remember. Then s the Liars gathered up in the middle of the circle, Dirty Dick assumed himself to be one of them, an action which later led to his nomination as Hash Shit.
Bent Pussy was nominated as a sinner for having been seen on a Boda Boda after the run had started.
Queenie was nominated for sinner for having asked for ten thousand dollars to allow someone to touch touch his titties.
There was something to do with Muchira’s Pole that I did not get very well.
There was this gentleman who was nominated more especially for having done anything wrong. He later asked me incredulously 'You mean you do not know who Berlusconi is?, With a beaming smile of someone who knows the answer to every question he volunteered the answer to me by saying. “Berlusconi is the President of Italy!” This answer confused me even more because I did not know that Italy had any Presidents, I thought there were only Prime ministers or something. IU attributed this confusion to the double shot of Grants at the third check point. On On. All this happened when we were looking for a Hasher only known as Giancomo because of a certain countryman of his being under fire for having entangled himself in the charms of a 17 year old underage gal.
Your truly was given sinner for running in lingerie.
Perry Mason was nominated for coming in late to the run.
Chatterboxes; - Was awarded to the girl with no Hash handle.
HAPPY BASH DAY; we sung happy bash day to Qadaffi.
Hash hit;-
The candidates for this award were Dirty Dick for trying to pass himself off as a liar, Kisanja for speaking in the circle, Loves that shit for generally making too much noise, and after the polling results were out, even before the returning office had made the official declaration, Dirty Dick won this award hands down.
As we were planning his award ceremony, we noticed that someone noticed that a line was already beginning to form at the food serving point. The goon squad was dispatched and a couple of the greedy w*nkers in the line took off while the Doctor, the one with a bag all the time and the one who most of the time is first or second in line, was nabbed by the G-squad. Later I asked Pisser if he knew the hash handled of this person, and pisser told me that . . . she is called ‘Doctor Food”!!
On On
Katanga Bbi
How It All Started
The Red Dress Run may be the only completely original idea the Hash House Harriers ever had. And it happened nearly by accident.
In 1987, a young lady wearing a red dress emerged from an airplane that had landed in southern California to visit a friend from her high school years. Shortly thereafter, she found herself transported to Long Beach, where her friend intended to introduce her to a zany running group called the “Hash House Harriers.” One member, noting her gender and attire, urged that she “just wait in the truck” until her host returned. With that goading, she ran into history sporting her red dress and heels.
A year later, to commemorate the event, the San Diego Hash House Harriers sent “The Lady In Red” an airline ticket to attend the first annual Red Dress Run. Hundreds of male and female hashers adorned themselves in red dresses for a spectacle widely covered by California newspapers and TV news. In addressing the crowd, The Lady In Red suggested that Hash House Harriers hold the Red Dress Run annually as an occasion be used to raise funds for local charities.
The tradition of the Hash House Harriers Red Dress Run quickly spread to every corner of the globe, including Beijing, Montreal, Ho Chi Minh City, Helsinki, Moscow, Tokyo, Washington, DC, Hobart (Australia) and countless other locations. Over the years, the Red Dress Run has been very successful in raising millions of dollars for a wide variety of local charities. The New Orleans Hash House Harriers attracted 7,000 participants to their Red Dress Run in 2010, raising more than $200,000 for 50 local charities.
Today the Red Dress Run is an integral part of the Hash House Harriers’ heritage and is as iconic as the Royal Selangor Club where the Hash House Harriers was born and as sacred to them as founder A.S. Gispert’s drinking vessel. It’s a tradition born before few organizations turned to running events as a way to raise money and long before anyone ran in a dress of any color.
Courtesy of some website somewhere in the internet. KB
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