It's SteeTime!

I realized I'v written about other countries and stuff but never about the one i actually study in. Maybe its because it has taken me this long to understand the crazy which is Kampala. Ok, let me start by telling u that i actually dont live in kla. I live in mbra, but i frequent kla for obvious reasons. Kampala is misunderstood for so many reasons. I dont even know where to start. City Centre  Ok, real life story. Being on a bodaboda (motorbike) in kla is like the scariest experience ever. I have to close my eyes a million times muttering prayers the whole time. The traffic is obscene. Really. If there aren't cars or buses, they are bodaboda's. Then of course the masses of people all walking against u. But no, this is not what i want to talk about.'kla is just misunderstood. This city can provide anything u need anywhere at anytime. Broke your sandal? There's the guy who fixes across the road. Lost? There's a boda guy who'll take u there and on time to...

Oh yes I did! Well, our male housemate really did all the throwing..I was doing the screaming and missing..but I swear I got it good one time. It was totally scary, exhilarating and similar-to-sky-diving typa thing. I recommend everyone go out there and kill a snake. No disrespect to my friends who think its wrong to kill an animal that has done you no harm. But Dude, the thing was in our house! I shall not lay down to feel some creepy crawly slippery slimey thing next to me in my bed. Not the african way, folks! Had to do what we had to do. So why was it good for me? Cause I took out all my frustrations of the week on that snake. The lectures, tutorials, feeling fat, getting dumped, exams looming, feeling bad for making someone feel bad, alcohol problems, missing home, laundry deficit, endless ward-rounds, fear of boda-boda's, and generally everything bad and sad...ON TO THAT SNAKE. And guess what? All gone! I think it's the same as the Cross. You know, the cross Jesus...