My dear, Nostalgic in Kampala, It is always awesome to hear from you, even when it takes you two months to respond to 3 paragraphs. *insert a slightly judge-y tone here* Since I last wrote you, a lot has changed. It’s hard to believe that I have been in Lagos for a year now. In … More My new found utility woes!
My dear friend in Lagos, Are you even still in Lagos? My horrible letter etiquette has brought us to this. I am not even sure what country you are traversing. My dear adventurer, Nairobi, Madrid, Johannesburg, Malindi, Abidjan… where has your latest wonder taken you? I remember once hearing Lauryn Hill explain that sometimes silence … More Awkward Hello
My Dear Nostalgic in Kampala, So much has happened since we last corresponded… You voted, did your candidate of choice win? I have so much to tell you, but a close friend forwarded me something that I feel I must share with you. It starts with the next paragraph… rather long, but well worth the … More A really long joke
My dear friend in Lagos, Oh my country Uganda. I write this to you as I watch through my office window, boda-boda riders scampering and pedestrians running towards these huge police trucks dispensing tear-gas. I just saw a policeman shoot rubber bullets at the ones running away. These are not the sights and sounds I … More The one about boda-bodas,teargas and democracy
“How absolutely amazing that however superior humans might be to insects, we are not above their cycle of metamorphosis…” – Nostalgic in Kampala Hello Ma, (that’s what strangers would call you over here) I am not trying to break our record for “fastest response ever” (let the record reflect that I have), but reading your … More Sharwarmas at a wedding and a few other things
My dear friend away in Lagos, It is so wonderful to hear from you. There is definitely an increased number of people on my jogging route,so clearly it is “Happy New Year” season. (Compliments! lol) January in Kampala is characterised by a severe heat wave and empty pockets,lined with the memory of renumeration from the … More The one where I tell you to wear sunscreen..
My dear nostalgic in Kampala, “Compliments of the season!” (that’s what they say in Nigeria; if you are too lazy, you can simply say “compliments”) Oh, how I have missed you! I am sure you missed me too (don’t lie). I am sorry I went silent, but hopefully this will set me on the path … More Nobody tells you about the dark side
My dear friend in Lagos, I realise I am breaking pattern by writing to you first but this is what happens when one has an epiphany, a “Eureka” moment. I must stand on the rooftops and tell the village, like Sir Thomas Malory,”the fleeting wisp of glory called Camelot does exist!” Ok, I exaggerate; this … More This is my sorry for 2015..(Yup I got you to sing!)
My dear friend in Lagos, We must stop apologising for tardiness. It is unbecoming or so they told us at boarding school. I blame that school on a hill for most of my quirks, such as my low tolerance for slang and cavalier service providers. “Take it kewl madam, it will be sorted easy easy, … More The winds of change are blowing…
My dear Nostalgic in Kampala, First, please accept my sincerest apologies, this response is way overdue and even though I have millions of excuses, none of them feels good enough right now. I promise I will be better. So what’s this nonsense I hear about you being “one of the boys”? We need to nip … More Settling In