I love Uganda

-











Chap-chap!
Just like that, 2 months have whizzed passed since coming home. I have done my share of complaining and now life goes on. It is almost down to a routine; Crazy boda-boda men putting their lives on the line, the pushing and shoving, heavy traffic, numerous holidays. The riots came as a surprise welcome home package but clearly some Ugandans are burning with rage and there is dynamite waiting to explode.
I love the predictability of the weather, when it’s scorching hot during the day; I know showers are around the corner. I know that since the UMA show is on, it’s going to rain; at least it has been that way for many years. I love the cool breeze and I’m glad I don’t have to drastically change my wardrobe to suit the weather. I miss fall colors but not the cold winter nights, wrapped up, sipping on a cup of coffee every hour. Hustling with Sam to turn up the heat and he turning it down because much as I need the warmth but he can’t take the bills.

I love munching on a soft freshly baked bun, sprinkled with sesame seeds, sand witched with crunchy onions placed over tasty ham, glazed with mayonnaise, snappy lettuce and a nice red round juicy slice of tomato yummm! The Dominoes burger does it for me!
I close my eyes and slurp as I chew on the tastiest, juiciest, Ugandan pineapple.
My toes curl as I sip on an ice cold glass of homemade, thirst quenching passion fruit juice.
Memories of a fun filled childhood rush in like kids running out to play when I settle down to a plate of that white ish – colorless ish stick of sugar cane. Ah! It makes a cracking sound when I take a bite, as I begin to crunch, the sweet juice gushes out, filling my mouth, it flows down my throat and I forget it’s a chore to spit out the husks.
The firm, fleshy jack fruit, takes me to another place.

As I glance at the tree in my compound, pregnant with its fruit, my cheeks lean up to meet my eyes.














The “C” word (calories) is history, food is fresh, healthy and organic.
Oh Uganda, may God uphold thee! ( and I haven’t even mentioned the Avocado).

Comments

  1. Unknown2:40 PM

    Rub it in, why don't you? I am SO homesick :-(

    ReplyDelete
  2. Robyn.K.Y11:47 AM

    i miss home already.
    am done with exams.havent been reading you for a while so i am a lil bit back-bt ill do just fine i need to catch up so ill go follow up some old posts

    ReplyDelete
  3. Sleek12:09 PM

    The emotion in this one..eh!! Glad you are loving it...i had to skip your foody descriptions, i don't trust your leniency on us hungry chaps;now to get smthng to eat

    ReplyDelete
  4. Esquire of the mountain4:28 PM

    its good to know you are not talking about the irritating things but relishing the best of the moments under the circumstances..we too shall soon not have to be tucked under a warm blanket in october and starting to wear thermals and long johns!

    ReplyDelete
  5. 3TOC5:04 PM

    Mwattu you finished the energy in me at the juicy pineapple and the freshly made SWEET passion fruit juice. My oh my. Oh Uganda the land of beauty for real. And at first glance I thought the tree was a fene tree but I see a ripe mango.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Hey! Thanks for dropping by :-)

Popular posts from this blog

Kitante Primary School Circa the 1980's

-
Image
In memory of A.D Ssozi the former headmaster of Kitante Primary School who breathed his last on March 19th 2014 at 5:45pm in Texas. He was 81 years old. May his soul rest in eternal peace. Kitante Primary School Emblem: Child between two parents Kitante Primary School anthem: "There's a school near the museum by the road side,   Oh come to the school of the world  No school is so dear to your child   Kitante is the best in the world.  Oh come come come come  Come to the school by the road side  Oh come to the school of the world  No school is so dear to your child  Kitante is the best in the world " The children sang loud when it came to the chorus:  "Oh come come come come COME to the school by the road side " - even those who didn't know the song well knew this part. School prayer: "Look at me Oh God As my heart silent all To you all I turn For all the sins that I have committed I beg to be forgiven Where I have be...
Read more

Uganda Television shows in the 80's

-
Image
When I have time to twiddle my fingers my mind goes into flash back mode--to my childhood. These particular memories get tickled when I have to seriously screen and re screen what Mich watches.  Gone are the days when the mere mention of cartoon sufficed--when you knew that it was something for the kids to watch and it was safe. This is where my love for UTV (Uganda Television) back in the 80’s gets rekindled. I would rush home from school to watch “ Clue Club ” “ Blue Falcon and Dog Wonder ” and “ Scooby doo ”, any body identify? Ok, what about Electric Company and Sesame Street ? Yeah, I knew that would be more familiar. There was even a time I thought if I happened to land in Germany I would find my way “ Pappenheimer ” taught us basic German phrases. Then when the tapes were over and UTV had overly repeated them and finally got ashamed they brought “ Peter and His Toy Box ”. Oh! that was fun, he showed us how things like rubber, glass, and wood were manufactured and used (imag...
Read more

The Peeping Petticoat

-
Image
Petticoats! Remember them? If you landed on this planet after the 90's you'll probably wonder what I refer to and no! it is not some fancy coat worn on top of a boob tube. Petticoats or half-slips are little nylon skirts worn as undergarments. Sound like the dark ages? Yeah, like who would wear extra clothes in the African heat? Probably explains why they were made of nylon and light cotton material. It was an essential item on every school girls shopping list next to Always and Vaseline. These skirts were everywhere; in suitcases, hanging up on a bathroom peg, sometimes they showed up on the clothes line outside; black and white - the two most preferred colors. We giggled when girls in primary six and seven begun to wear them - they were mature, things we studied in biology were taking place in their bodies.  Woe unto you if the elastic around the waist came loose or the lace on the hem came undone. It wasn't any of our business but when those little skirts pe...
Read more