Here we go again
This is home. I've been away for what seems like eternity. Like its often said....east or west....home is best. Am loving the feel of my warm almost thread bare blanket....smells so home.....mmmmmmmhhh-how i missed the tiny ants running up the latrine wall. Home....how many years has it been? 10? 20? who knows? I lost count. Remember how i used to hide behind this same building...yes the latrine building to run away from the group heading to the village borehole for water. And now, here I am sitting again....this time not hiding from a trip to the water place....but hiding from My Beloved Grandma's cries of pain. She always looked so invincible to me....Like someone who would never die. She is not supposed to go just yet. Dear God, please here my plea. I still need her. Even when am dodging boda boda cyclists back in Kampala, or trying to close a deal that will make my boss millions richer....at the end of the day....I still need to know Jajja Flo is there somewhere and when