Kampala is a sinusoidal curve, it has crests and troughs.
A WHOLE MAZE: If you make the mistake of driving within the city, you will be shocked at the maze. You could be driving innocently only for someone to stop you and inform you that you are driving in a National Park or some garden. And you ask, where is the garden? Where is the marking? Anyway, the good news is that we have been asked to ‘Kibikwasa MK.’
I love Kampala and Uganda selectively. I do not want to run crazy. I want to maintain some sanity. Any attempt to do otherwise would send man into a state of delirium. For poets and novelists, Kampala is the perfect place, it would exorcise one’s writing demons. It has all the emotions one would require in painting a character.
I also suspect that the English philosopher, Thomas Hobbes, was speaking about Kampala in the Leviathan. Hobbes argued, and I rephrase; ‘the state of Kampala is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short.’ Every road can lead you home in Kampala, it can also lead you far from home. It leads you home in the sense that anything could lead you to heaven. One random pothole, one mad driver, excessive requests from a girlfriend.
Back then, Bobi Wine claimed he was the Ghetto President. Museveni said, “huh you will see me.” And within a decade Kampala and Uganda have become the true ghetto with Museveni at the helm.
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