Admittedly we are a talking country! We love to talk and talk. And lately with the social media, we have become just as eloquent, wordy and highly opinionated, of course save for the many spelling errors that feature here and there.
I sometimes think that if we were to have talking Olympics, the only country we could probably beat would be the USA. One week we are all football analysts when there is a game and in the next we are all political experts reading out the future of the country when one person is relieved of one assignment.
So while I take a break from social, you can imagine what was awaiting me A Ugandan lady in a bus from Cardiff to London. I heard someone speaking Luganda and I was excited that at least I was going to get a quick remedy for my on and off home sickness bouts. But then… She never hang up! Sorry I was the fly on the wall next to her and I will tell you that she probably read out a full script of a play throughout the journey!
There was a protagonist and other characters in Uganda who built the plot. The ones who reaped where they never sowed, the gossips, the annoying in-law, the Gold digger. The people who took aantage when she was away, or the ones who never paid debts.
Like we often do in our speech there were sighs, jeers, loud laughs and all those interjections like eh.. eh, yiii…iii. So when the bus stopped for break, I thought the movie had ended, however it continued and I lost track! I respected her for beating me at talking, but also worried for the person in Uganda taking all that she was saying for all that time.
Then I also felt sorry for her, knowing how people work so hard here, she was being taken aantage of by her relatives. Or maybe it was simply talk therapy, her way of letting go of the stress. However all she did was remindme that when you meet a talking Ugandan… It is going to be quite a long day.
SOURCE: Daily Monitor