By Charlie Denzel Mwiyeretsi
SoI’ve been AWOL. My apologies to those that actually follow my written articles here in the Kampala Sun. Do accept additional apologies if this article makes no sense, for two reasons, I haven’t penned a piece in three weeks, so I’m a little sketchy and umm, I’m a little tipsy as I write this. I’ll tell you why in a short while.
The photograph should be a dead giveaway that I was away from Uganda. My editor tried to get me to try to write while I was on holiday, but that would defeat the purpose of a holiday, no wouldn’t it? So I’m back. A little high as well. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that the whiskey they serve on planes is really cheap and gets you tipsy in a quickie or its the fact t I’m back home.
Cheap whiskey aside, I’m going to wager my the chocolates in my traveling bag that my head is light not because of KQ adult drinks but rather for the plain fact that I’m back home. Damn. Not even a month but I can’t tell you how GLAD I am to be back home. This country sucks, that’s the plain truth, but when you travel, you appreciate that all countries suck in their own little ways. But Uganda is home and like that time you see the girl of your dreams naked, my knees are weak with expectant bliss.
Expectant bliss to eat a roadside Rolex from my guy in Bugolobi, expectant bliss to sleep in my own bed and expectant bliss (maybe not) to ask how Stella Nyanzi is doing? There is so much to look forward to when you come back to Uganda, a lot of it isn’t admittedly good but heck, the potholes, the dust and the A Pass tunes are what make this country admirable.
Forget that rubbish they taught you in school about having the best Arabica coffee from the east and best landscapes in the south west. No, what makes Uganda truly special is those those odd little annoying things … things I couldn’t have while I was away in South Africa. I had to wait twenty minutes for a Gautrain Bus (when I wanted a BodaBoda). I had to get online to order strange foods (when I wanted a road side Rolex) and nobody laughed when I claimed my haircut was worth millions (like A Pass) because in South Africa, some people actually have haircuts worth millions.
I’m glad to be back in Uganda. I’m in a special hire taxi headed back to my bed to fight mosquitos ( and hopefully get laid soon! Haha) There is no place like home. Again, apologies on the tacky article. I’ll pen a better piece when I’m at peace next week…. #NoPlaceLikeHome