Lunch time in uptown Kampala and I can't figure out where to go anymore. Take the wife out? Nada - too expensive if you factor in the damn fuel, lunch costs, parking fees and anxiety over the possibility of somebody stealing the side mirrors. Girlfriend? Neda - ain't got one. Pals? Why don't they take me out?
Office lunch it is then.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Bye Bye Uncle Jjajja
Our Uncle Jjajja passed on into the better world on Sunday afternoon, after a rather rapid but extremely painful struggle with a cancer.
At the funeral, his nephews stressed the fact that all the kids (my dad's generation) used to call him 'Uncle' without adding on the name Fred cos he was the only 'Uncle' they knew then - he was always happy to let them drive his car where all the rest of the uncles would have flogged them for even touching the car keys.
The name Uncle Jjajja came from his being Jjajja Daddy's brother. Those were the days we were just learning vernacular (sukali-kiboko being our name for Sugarcane)!
The perfect old-school civil servant, I can't ever forget the way he always used to shine his shoes in that perfect military manner and fold his vests and shirts neatly while changing.
He always had his camera loaded and ready to snap at anything even mildly interesting but not with the carelessness that our digital cameras today allow for.
He even had the damn thing with him on January 7 this year at the family gathering - the last time we all saw him in good health, just before the illness struck - and I teased him about it quite happily as I showed him my Sony Alpha and threatened to take over his domain.
Well, the threat has come to pass and I faithfully took photos at the burial in Kikandwa, Kiboga District, on April 24, 2007.
At the funeral, his nephews stressed the fact that all the kids (my dad's generation) used to call him 'Uncle' without adding on the name Fred cos he was the only 'Uncle' they knew then - he was always happy to let them drive his car where all the rest of the uncles would have flogged them for even touching the car keys.
The name Uncle Jjajja came from his being Jjajja Daddy's brother. Those were the days we were just learning vernacular (sukali-kiboko being our name for Sugarcane)!
The perfect old-school civil servant, I can't ever forget the way he always used to shine his shoes in that perfect military manner and fold his vests and shirts neatly while changing.
He always had his camera loaded and ready to snap at anything even mildly interesting but not with the carelessness that our digital cameras today allow for.
He even had the damn thing with him on January 7 this year at the family gathering - the last time we all saw him in good health, just before the illness struck - and I teased him about it quite happily as I showed him my Sony Alpha and threatened to take over his domain.
Well, the threat has come to pass and I faithfully took photos at the burial in Kikandwa, Kiboga District, on April 24, 2007.
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