While I was away…
Been taking time off and just reading other people’s blogs. And I can tell you, it’s been a riveting experience. Lots of stuff I didn’t know. It’s amazing what people can reveal when they start writing down their thoughts. Greatest thing is many of our blogs are anonymous and that’s the way to go.
And it’s been a period of drama on the political scene. The other night I was watching the news and there was Winnie, breathing fire and giving Kagu an ultimatum; if he does not retract whatever stuff he’s been saying about a one Warren B, she will let loose her cannons. She wants to tell us all the dirt she has on the prez!
I say go ahead, Winnie. Everyone loves a lovers’ quarrel. When they start fighting, they forget that some things are best left in the confines of the bedroom. So what can she tell us? She was saying something about revealing the number of children the big man has, the number of times he’s been unfaithful to his family and all that.
We as the onlookers can afford to watch with rapt attention. After all, whatever info will be spilt is about other people. Of course it would be cool if Kagu also lost it and told us the stuff he has on Winnie. Then we would have a real classic on our hands. It’s getting really boring on the drama stages of the country and on our TV screens. We could do with a little genuine drama.
And I also discovered that the greatest movie critic we have in Ug is called Mataachi. The way he breaks down a flick and takes you into the mechanics of the making, one would think that he was there when the concept was being dreamt up. He is a true asset and he knows it. Does that make him sprout wings? No, he’s too old for that. (Not as old as some other person whose age The Red Pepper seems to be obsessed with, though).
These days I could just stay home and chill the whole day. I discovered the magic of Brittanica. This time, it is not just about flipping through the pages of one book I find at a friend’s home, no. I got the frigging 2005 Delux on my PC and nothing can tear me away from it when I sit down. I hear there is software being sold out in the markets of Bangladesh (or even India) for the equivalent of Ug. Sh.3000.
And something else about Bangladesh (and India or whatever Asian country you want to go to); those stories you have heard about the life in those countries are oh, so true. They are so poor and this is compounded by the great population. They have no way out of it because they are still increasing in number.
A rickshaw driver will take you from Bweyogerere to Spear House for the equivalent of Ug.Sh 600. And that’s when he has succeeded in cheating you because every foreigner is perceived to be rich with lots of cash on them. The real price would therefore be equal to Ug. Sh. 300! But at least you can pick up lots of valuable stuff in their open markets.
It’s good to be back.
And it’s been a period of drama on the political scene. The other night I was watching the news and there was Winnie, breathing fire and giving Kagu an ultimatum; if he does not retract whatever stuff he’s been saying about a one Warren B, she will let loose her cannons. She wants to tell us all the dirt she has on the prez!
I say go ahead, Winnie. Everyone loves a lovers’ quarrel. When they start fighting, they forget that some things are best left in the confines of the bedroom. So what can she tell us? She was saying something about revealing the number of children the big man has, the number of times he’s been unfaithful to his family and all that.
We as the onlookers can afford to watch with rapt attention. After all, whatever info will be spilt is about other people. Of course it would be cool if Kagu also lost it and told us the stuff he has on Winnie. Then we would have a real classic on our hands. It’s getting really boring on the drama stages of the country and on our TV screens. We could do with a little genuine drama.
And I also discovered that the greatest movie critic we have in Ug is called Mataachi. The way he breaks down a flick and takes you into the mechanics of the making, one would think that he was there when the concept was being dreamt up. He is a true asset and he knows it. Does that make him sprout wings? No, he’s too old for that. (Not as old as some other person whose age The Red Pepper seems to be obsessed with, though).
These days I could just stay home and chill the whole day. I discovered the magic of Brittanica. This time, it is not just about flipping through the pages of one book I find at a friend’s home, no. I got the frigging 2005 Delux on my PC and nothing can tear me away from it when I sit down. I hear there is software being sold out in the markets of Bangladesh (or even India) for the equivalent of Ug. Sh.3000.
And something else about Bangladesh (and India or whatever Asian country you want to go to); those stories you have heard about the life in those countries are oh, so true. They are so poor and this is compounded by the great population. They have no way out of it because they are still increasing in number.
A rickshaw driver will take you from Bweyogerere to Spear House for the equivalent of Ug.Sh 600. And that’s when he has succeeded in cheating you because every foreigner is perceived to be rich with lots of cash on them. The real price would therefore be equal to Ug. Sh. 300! But at least you can pick up lots of valuable stuff in their open markets.
It’s good to be back.
posted by Uganda Tourism Press Journalists at 5:46 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home