So this time round i dare WordPress to fox me!!
So here i am, trying to upload a video in a cold silent room with no jumper to keep me warm.
Looks like I may be done uploading by mid morning and yet i paid for 24 hours….How ridiculous is that!
The one time you anticipate the link to be slow it picks up..Not that i am complaining…(Sigh)Its just one of those mornings. Did anyone see the rain this morning? Please tell me at least one of you was up, that was the other depressing thing. My bed was calling out to me..but i turned my head away.
So this place sells things to eat naye the price and the amount are not directly porportional, soooooooo i sneaked in some stuff and now am going to start munching away.
Almost 4 weeks ago, I think, I got train track (also known as braces), hence, I cannot eat Pork, Chicken, Meat or even bite into a hot chapati, apple, sandwich……Needless to say, I dying here…So today am rebelling, I packed crisps and Bagia (When did you last eat bagia? is Bagia the English equivalent or just school slang?)….Will be telling you how it goes.
So during the strike time, my jajja decided that he was going to come to Kampala – This was Thursday night. He informs everyone of his intended travel, his children were utterly shocked! They tried to persuade him to stay where it was much more peaceful i.e. the village. Alas it was all in vain.
Bright and early Friday morning, he hope onto a bus and makes his way toward Kampala. The route the bus takes is via Kayunga/Bugerere, there is no other way into Kampala, He had planned to stay at one of his sons houses, in…Natete. YOU GUY!!!! Long story short, he made it to Kampala safe and sound. You want to know his reason for travelling so far and risking his life? ‘Mbaga’ is what he said. To attend a wedding!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna know where this event was going to take place? Ebbs!!!! So he had to travel from villa to Natete, then Sat morning, travel to Entebbe from Natete.