It had been a long time since I last did my usual drive on the Kampala Expressway, especially the stretch from Kajjansi to Munyonyo. I realised that something is happening. Kampala and Uganda at large are growing but nothing can explain the growth. It is then that it hit me, that there was a ka serious force doing the magic.
Every Ugandan has caught onto the secret, and they are all playing to the secret in silence. The secret is ‘small girl, big God, small boy, big God.’ Mbu in Uganda, you never tell people where you fish.
Because what else can explain all the mansions that are mushrooming? What explains the influx of German cars? You gerrit. The only big factory we have launched in recent times is in Ntungamo, and it will be ages before we have Kiira vehicles on the road. But people, the machine is running. And those that catch on in the game, are playing.
Even the mighty Queen Karma read the game, and she chose to play. In this Kampala, you do not wait for a free king to show up, you pick a palace you desire and set up camp. Remember, it’s that ka-envy force. We all have it. It drives us. After all, even the Baganda used to say that no one robs an empty house. But you must also respect that king that got Queen Karma down to her knees. Those are not everyday men. All these bu men that pump muscles in Kampala gyms failed us. It took one serious Baltasar breed to do what all those at home failed to do.