Word on the block is that I am not in touch with
reality.
That’s a bit harsh; I agree that I am somewhat
obsessed with the possibility of teleportation though that is no reasonable
cause to throw me to the dogs.
I had to travel to Kagarama, Kabale on Friday
evening because my beautiful sister is getting married sometime this month, so
the traditional give way had to take place.
This means that I was more obsessed with
teleportation than usual, because Kabale is more miles than I care to know away
from Kampala. I wonder why I bothered because I am sane enough to know that
that would make zero difference. Not that knowing that stopped me from holding
onto false hope.
So for those with small families allow me inform
you that when events like this are to take place, plans are made to travel in
relatively large groups because we are one, right? This automatically means one
thing, picking up people from the various parts of the bypass that are
convenient for them. Luckily, this took about an hour which is a relatively
short time for a family like mine.
All I know is after Kyengera, I had no idea where
we passing or the exact names of the locations (never really been good with
names) until I saw the sign post for Nkozi. This was both good and bad news
because at least I knew how far we had travelled, which brings in the bad news
Kabale is NO where near Nkozi. Sigh!
Of course ninjas had to stop at Total, Masaka
(it’s a family thing, you wouldn’t understand) where we wasted some time that
we didn’t have to spare and bought more things we didn’t need. The driving
resumed and some decades later, we arrived in Mbarara and believe it or not, we
stopped again. At this point, I could barely comprehend what was going on so I
didn’t try to do so.
Apparently when going to Kabale, one has to go
through Ntungamo don’t judge me it’s been a minute. The only way I know this is
because the Ntungamo road must be the worst road in the entire country,
certified. We trudged on in that excuse of a road, and just when I thought I
could handle the situation, a phone call was received letting us know that
electricity had gone. I nearly ran mad, but from the level of sanity thus far
clearly I didn’t.
We finally reached home sweet home which was
packed, with no electricity and water, freezing like our lives depended on it.
As if on cue, everyone started sneezing nothing to be alarmed by on that side
of world.
This was around 0300hrs, and by this time I was
too numb to really feel anything. Barely slept and then had to get up, and get
all pretty for this milestone in my sister’s life.
It was a lovely function, but it simply reminded
me of that Taj Mahal story. It might be impossible to believe but there might
never be teleportation, in this life at least.
Let me rock myself to sleep in this corner because
life is harsh.