The haggling, the sweet endearments, the lugambo…
Stone city. Jinja is better than Uganda, so they say. A hotbed of activity, Jinja is a life and vibe different from the rest of the country. Many call it the Caribbean version of Uganda.
Last weekend, a friend dragged me out of Kampala. If there’s a thing such as Stockholm syndrome, then there must be its brother- Kampala Syndrome. The Kampala Syndrome is comparable to an act where a victim is both loved and oppressed at the same time. Kampala will bite you, then proceed to massage you at the same time. It’s because of the Kampala Syndrome that we developed statements such as ‘KiUganda Kinyuma’ then ‘Kampala esinga Bulaaya.’ We never imagine any life beyond Kampala.
But my friend was not ready to accommodate any of my excuses. I told her I was preparing for the Cindy and Sheebah battle. You know when a university sponsors a battle, then only two things are possible – the best of the best, or the worst of the worst. You can make your bet. Having run out of excuses for cancelling the trip. Yes, in Uganda, there’s always a 99% chance that a group trip will end up as a solo trip. Ugandans just never run out of excuses. At least a neighbour’s husband will swallow a cup, their grandmother in Arua will fall from a tree. Something always happens before a group trip in Uganda. But I wasn’t about to be that Ugandan.
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