It has been said before, by people more reliable than me, that this whole thing is playing out like a Spanish soap. Especially after it was reported in the New Vision that Amos Nzeyi, Amama Mbabazi’s partner in cri—I mean, in business of selling land to the NSSF was refusing to vacate his Temangalo mansion, insisting that it was not part of the land he sold to the pension body.

NSSF of course says the house is theirs. Story here.

 And now, presenting, Los Bastardos de Toma de Muestras Ricos (The Wealthy Thieving Bastards) Scene One.

 Alexandro Gomez, the man from the NSSF, is in the extravagantly decorated living room arguing with Amoroso Rodriguez.

Amoroso: “What the hell is these?  Thees is MY house!”

Alehandro: “No, it is not. You sold it to us, remember?”

Amoroso: “I sold you the squatter-infested bogland outside. I deed not sell my mangeefeecent mansion! Look at eet. It is magneefeecent!”

Enter Amoroso’s wife, Shakira. Because it is a Spanish soap, she is wearing a short, clingy dress. Alehandro likes what he sees.

Alehandro: “Ayi mami. Mui caliente!”

(Checks notes to see if she comes with the property according to his contract. She does. Yes!)

Shakira: “Hey baby, what is going on?”

Alexandro: “That’s not your baby any more, senora. The NSSF is your new husband.”

Because this is a telenovella, Alexandro is a hunk. Shakira looks him up and down and grins to herself. She likes what she sees.)

Shakira: “Really? In that case, let’s get (licks her lips) better acquainted.”

Alexandro: “By that you mean sex, I hope. Hey, if anyone calls, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Shakira: “Come on, you can do better than that.”

Alexandro: “Okay. A little over an hour.”