Life as I know it now, is a continuous series of meetings and partings. You gain some things, you lose others. You wake up, you sleep. It is more cyclical than linear. Things repeat. And I suspect, it is that repeat that breaks people, that constant longing for some novelty, that we think exists somewhere.
You see, I decided to try out what most people do on a daily in Kampala – the commute. I have been jumping into the best-maintained car in Kampala and making my way to some desk in Industrial Area. It did not matter what time I woke up; the commute has been taking at least an hour. And same story repeats in the evening. I have employed all tricks, changed routes, collaborated with Google maps. Nothing. And this is not helped by the Kampala drivers. Undecisive, scared, especially the newer number plates. I get them. I was there. When your car is ‘new’, you want no one brushing it. You protect it.
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