It is refreshing to be away from loud mouthed sweating buffoons, fence sitting amnesiacs, selectively un-waivering little men, arrogant foot and mouth sufferers and hopelessly inept local chapters of the Mafiosi.
By and large this country is a beautiful country. There’s something to be said about having a capital city festooned with lush greenery, surrounded by hills and crowing it off with a beach and a courtside seat view of Lake Victoria wind rippled surface.
Some of the observations I’ve made about this country however, make me unsure of whether to be amused or annoyed..
- When you’re in some establishments, like my hotel, try not to be black. Otherwise waiters will ignore you by default and when you forcefully grab one and make an order, you will be required to pay in advance
- At the establishment where I’m rolling out some new infrastructure, there are expatriates for pretty much everything. And I do mean everything. There is as much sense in this as there is singing talent in Jennifer Lopez. I refuse for one second to believe that there are no Ugandans that can do some of those jobs. The costs of all these expats are close to astronomical
- Some of said expats tried (and failed) to hide their amazement upon meeting you, and realizing that what you’re there to do is not to bring them tea, drive them around or sweep. (Note to said expats: don’t bother with those plastic smiles. They don’t fool anyone)
AOB
My dad came over in the same flight as myself. We discovered this unexpected coincidence the night before we both left Nairobi. Sat in the same row too, but with a very morose and very bitter gentleman between us.
He’s working as a consultant for some construction work at one of, if not, Uganda’s biggest hotels. Went to visit the patriarch this morning and he showed me around the place, and what he’s up to.
Fact: Sewerage pipes pass just under the ceiling of the main kitchen, and have been doing so for the lifetime of the hotel. That’s right, food from the kitchen at that establishment sooner or later passes by the very same room en route to other destinations. No, they were not leaking and they looked sealed and all, but I do not see myself partaking of a meal at that establishment for love or for money. Pops’ amused comment of a leak contributing to an altogether different flavour to the fine cuisine sealed the fate of that establishment.
Managed to secure a camera (but no batteries). Hopefully this will be sorted tomorrow
QUOTE OF THE DAY
“We want the Karamojong to stop walking naked. We want them to go to school”
Ugandan President Yoweri Museveni, commenting on a particularly rebellious Ugandan community

i totally know what you are saying about the response you get from expats – it’s so ridiculous – when i worked in kenya i felt a greater ‘black man’s burden’ than i do now living and working in the US. quite sad.
the hotel story was interesting makes you wonder about the plumbing of other lesser rated places …
The expat thing really annoys me also (like the only requirement is a white face and a foreign passport), and in Kenya for a long time the same stuff as you experienced in hotels happened – I think our nchi has endelead beyond that but it’s sad that in 2005 wanafrika undergo that in their own continent.
Adudah said………
how dare you want the karamajong tio leave their infact if there is a reward for people who have mainted their culture worldwide i think they are the ones who should be rewarded let the person who initiated the Grammys award start another awards on people who have maintined there culture the the kajongs should be among the first to get the award
your blog is like a drug, if you dont post for more than 2 days, things get antsy…its sato, please post something…anything!
@Ben The Karamajong are most welcome to walk in whichever suit they please, be it Calvin Klein or birthday. All I did was quote their president!
Karamajong, those natural swingers. Hmmm..questions, questions, do they have an imagination since they leave nothing to it? Are the men well endowed anatomically? Are the she’s vilaptuous (hii blog haina spel chek bwana). Are they better at vocational work or oral education than Makerere? Answers, answers..not everyone is cut from the same cloth (even though some of us are cut from lesos bwana), not everyone is meant to be a good writer like The Roomthinker or The President of Kenya like Lucy Kibaki. I’ll bet you there are some Karamajong PhD’s at UON, my point is Lucy doesn’t tell jangs to stop knocking out 6 teeth- why the hell should Kaguta and his bald cranium tell my overly pigmented blue-black long distantce nilotic relatives to pull their pants up?!
maybe i shud go see these karamajong 4 myself…