Her veins popping out of her shiny dark brown forehead like tap roots, I watched her with building annoyance as she handed me her equally dark brown drooly baby. I hate it when people do this, hand me their children in a taxi because I do not have excess baggage.
This is not an easy one but I will give it a try. OK I won’t lie, food is my thing and I miss Ugandan food from the hot matooke that has just been freed from the banana leaves to that rolex with three eggs and two chapattis and to
The Colorful Kampala City Festival!
We had guests visiting at office from South Africa; they were in Kampala for the very first time and they couldn't believe how the boda bodas (motor bike taxis) made it hard for them to cross the road. I told them to stick around until the