Thursday 3 November 2011

To Uganda and back...

so i spent last week in The pearl of Africa. no doubt i love my homeland...despite my not wanting to stay there.
the best thing about being home is i do a lot nothing. now many people who are close to me have labelled me a mama's boy...and i don't know how true that is(I think all guys are mama's boys...we have that close bond to our mothers as girls have to their fathers). so this is my story of gaining 4Ibs in a week...

i was to travel the week before last of November. and everything was in palce...but you know how lazy i get. i ended up using all my fare and by the time the weekend came...i had close to nothing. so we spent the whole of saturday and Sunday(22nd & 23rd) hustling with MAWE (https://www.facebook.com/groups/234227409925894/).
the evolution of mawe

 it's almost unbelivable how much people get broke just towards the end of the month.

we eventually managed to get the money and book the ticket. aside from the being busy and attending the Kenya ni Kwetu
event just outside city hall(hosted by kenyan poet) and watching some awesome performances(i was deeply moved by some poor slam kids who had an electrifying performance. it's a pity how much talent is wasted in our slums... to think out of performers like El poet and Antoneosoul...







Antoneosoul of paragasha
El poet doing his thing

these kids actually beat em) i managed to skive the humiliation that was Manchester United being treated like ass wipe(at Old Trafford). to think some weeks ago when we were trailing 3-2 to FC Basel (a game we were leading 2-0) and i kept referring to our bring at the theater of dreams and how we never lose at the theater of dreams.

 you know how rowdy boys get when watching football... more so when it is on campus and it's just a testosterone filled room. i was almost deaf by the end of the BS from man u haters. but i had the final laugh when we drew...at least we did not lose. lucky for me i'm off session and was off twitter and fb even a week after the drubbing. guys were out for blood....MINE!!!
i guess it was not  battle on that day

my trip was excruciating to say the least. and with the constant threat of being bombed (the bus group had been bombed earlier in the year. what about now with the heightened tension after our government decided to take on the 'blow at will' Al-Shabab).

 by the time i got to the border(which is like half the distance) my neck was sore on one side and had puffy eyes. the guy who sat behind me could not let my sit recline. imagine sitting upright for over 13hours...then try the impossible task of sleeping also.
uncomfy bus ride...
you feel like you are in class for more than half a day.at least i can even slouch in class.... oh..plus due to the aforementioned inadequacy of funds, i had to travel with 200bob. so add hunger to the discomfort...by the time i was alighting the bus at Mukono (my home town)...i felt like smacking someone...HARD!! to add to my displeasure, the rain was pounding away and i had to endure a not so short motorbike ride.... so now it was DISCOMFORT, HUNGER & i was SOAKED to my boxers.....
DISCOMFORT, HUNGER& SOAKED=F&$#

as i said, the best thing about being home is doing nothing. i go into my cycle of eat,sleeping,movies,eating,sleeping.... i broke this off when i decided to visit my bro at his school. he had been transferred to a boarding school just close to home(500 meters or so away). so a few steps into the school and my name is yelled out. i see him running from some distance away and the image is that of those figurines guys have on the dashboards on their cars with big bobbing heads.
just a bobbing head
                                     
 this was a kid who weighed 40Lbs by the time he was 3.
this is how he looked...
                           
and he gained weight over the years. he was not obese...but he wasn't you average kids size either. but now.... i was AWED & pained. i tried to hide it most of that afternoon. but eventually i had to comment...'man you have lost wait'. and it echoed in my mind that that's the same statement i was told after my first term in high school boarding (i can have 100 blog posts of my high school experience...but that's for another day). then i asked myself...is this how thin i got?



the rest of the week was a blur. except that my fears when nai was bombed. actually, grenades were thrown into 2 clubs.:(  the only other highlight was at the end of the week when we had mum's graduation party for finishing her Masters. Congrats mum...


 At a time when i do not have any responsibilities but still slack in studying and barely pass my exams, she soldiers on and almost tops her class. what does that say about me?more so...what does it say about her?:P

+ highlight of the event...MAMACITA ALERT!!!
YEAH!!!!
 and the best thing...we ain't related. always hated when you sight a chick at a home event and when you are finally introduced it's...'this is your cousin...from your aunt...and uncle...' WTF!!!


Down side of the trip..i could not go out. i can't imagine that for 6days...it rained every afternoon...and nights on weekends. i was all dressed up and psyked for the dancefloor on friday night. if you want crazy nights, you need to experience Kampala. Bumping music and fat ass chicks...
Fuck the rain!!!!
F$#%