Mosa Court Apartments Kampala

... kwanjula’ed (spelling, of course, is another matter) last month.’ is really no biggie! In fact, quite a few Luganda words have crept into the English language (theirs as well as mine): anti, meaning ‘so’; kakati, meaning ‘now’; kawa, meaning ‘cool’, ‘great’, ‘fantastic’; oba, space filler when one is not sure, often followed by an interrogative pronoun; gundi, meaning ‘thing’, when one ...

... receipt, he would be allowed to pick his car. At this point I realised that she did not actually intended to fine him officially, yet what surprised me was that she took him into the police office. Are they doing it openly like that? Smart Adholla quickly threw his purse into the window before following her into the office. She looked at Helene and said: ‘Don’t worry, Madam, I will handle this!’ Ja, sure you will, my dear! Now, the paper said that ...

... mind you, at office they thought I was in Kampala with Josephine), I was more than relieved to have been safely tucked away in Maama’s bed in Bugonzi. He had to get out of the bus and heard them gun shots flying around him and was hiding in the swamp. He said he was aided by a woman to get back to the main road where he boarded a small taxi and followed an army truck to get somewhere safe. (And he had actually offered me to travel with him…)

But the clashes ...

... the west side of Kampala on the Masaka road is beautiful and stunning, peple should come to uganda for the scenery you could look at the hills, the acres and acres of trees all day!! after being at the equator, (very touristy) but we also got to see some of the most beautiful africn art ever in the trading centre!! all so expensive but absolultey stunning, ive got some pics of some, and i will upload after jules had the biggest muffin ...

... I had met last time I was here, came by. It was nice to see her again after all this time. She is finished with school now and is looking for a job. Unfortunately, she does not have the means to pay for her Master’s degree. So, hopefully she will get a job soon, which then may help her to pay her fees. And here I am in Africa during my Master’s, funny how the world works!

But back to Maama Bigiti and the celebration at Eden School. The ...

... experiences and so it was wonderful to roll into the Jacana lodge where modern conveniences revived us including the pool by the crater lake. It was hilarious to watch the colubus monkeys antics. The colours on the geckos and butterflies are outstanding. Our next treat was the boat trip on the Kazinga channel. Due to dry conditions many animals were near the channel. This is one of the most memorable experiences for us. It was awesome to see herds of elephants ...

... to mention there were 56 students in the class. He wasn't critical when a student was incorrect, rather asked another student to build on that answer and would connect similarities between the responses.

The chalkboard when I entered the classroom: “How African Communities Can Solve the Challenge of a Deficit Budget” Through increased taxation, modernizing agriculture, privatizing companies and diversity in the economy. He continued with the question ...

... to them. The journey back into Kampala took hours because I got stuck in rush-hour and ended up arriving after dark. Its actually a really nice city to walk around in the evening when the air has cleared a little and it feels really safe. Took a boda-boda home because traffic was going nowhere and as we weaved through the traffic I realized I really love Kampala! It'll be a wrench to leave when I head out to Jinja on Monday.

... we went to a backpacker's hotel there. Everyone was exhausted - them from a two hour matatu ride and me from my long day in Nairobi - so we ate, watched Lars and the Real Girl, and went to sleep. The next day we went to the pool. I'm getting really tan by the way. So we laid out for a while and these army guys from the U.S. State Dept. hit on us. The one was talking to me especially when we found out we were both from Westerville. How random is that to meet ...

... going to the central police station in heavy traffic was not going to be a short excursion! I began to wonder whether what this policeman really wanted was a bribe and if so, exactly how much that bribe would be. The policeman however, seemed to be more in the mood for small talk than discussing my parking offence. He asked what I'd been doing in the ticket office, where I was going and when. When he found out I was going to Tanzania soon, he ...