Thoughts on My 2nd Trip to Ssese Island

Have you been on a ferry from Entebbe to Kalangala Island ? i mean in the Pearl of Africa. Actually the boarding site in Nakiwogo...the ride is cool. The ferry left at 2pm last weekend. I sat around which guys. Let me we squeezed around. Eight people on small chairs. But it was cool. I travelled with posh girls, those of the city. I enjoyed the stories and the perfume oh hehehe. We prayed. 

Let me tell you something quickly. In Uganda, there are guys (yes I called them guys and I mean men and women) who had their childhood in the city.
So these guys went to kindergarten and top class. Yes in top class they spoke fluent English, they were driven to school, they owned school bags and school shoes. Let me check, I am talking about the period around 1991, 1992, 1993.

So these guys missed playing in the mad and running after chicken in the compound. Run after the thing until you get it to loose its life to a plate. They missed grazing cows and goats and seeing a specific banana plant grow from a tiny thing to a tall tree and then huge hanging banana.

They lacked listening to stories by the very old. Some of those stories one listened to and had night mares. Stories or a very clever rabbit that would attend people's parties.
These guys missed building small house. They missed games of good small portions in tins and playing maama na taata. Let me tell you these guys missed the practical of slaughtering the chicken, the practical of holding a goat to be cut, the practical of tapping gashing blood from a cow’s/bull’s throat after a sharp panga has passed.

These guys missed eating lunch at all homes on the village! They missed sharing food with the village peers! They missed the taste of the not pealed sweet potatoes from different pots. Guys missed riding wooden bicycles.

Let me tell you, these guys missed attending every party in the village! Who told you must be invited to a party to attend ? just show up, have a piece of meat just at the cooking place and run! afterall the whole village knows you would show up!

They missed collecting firewood and fetching water. Oh how we told stories at the well. The guys missed feeling lucky just because a rat crossed a path without hesitation as one approached. They missed asking a funny bird how, when and who they would marry. hmmmm

But get me right, these guys do not necessarily have regrets about what they missed! Its hogwash! It’s villagish! These guys enjoyed video games and sports bikes!

And by the way these guys are in the city forever and some who cam from allover want to stay with them for ever.

But look, I want to go back when I retire. I want to go attend the village meeting. I want to greet and talk to my neighbors daily. I want to the farm, to see bananas grow. I want to breathe fresh air. I want to walk and to drive to church. I want to relax, attend parties and enjoy a hearty laugh with old women.

But wait, is the Age limit debate still on raging on in Uganda? See you soon!