"Mzungu! Why you no love me no more?!" and other randomness...

I have decided to try to start writing more. I find it therapeutic. Not that I need a dose of therapy (it is arguable) but most people do and don’t realize or admit it. I’m an admitter. I admit that I have my prejudices, I admit that I can be quite paradoxical at times, I admit that it is absolutely difficult at times to practice what you preach, etc. So here I am. At this moment (these feelings could change in the next moment), I feel I should write more and be content if my writings do not reach short story (let’s be honest, I’m truly thinking novel) length.  This is OK. I am telling myself that this is OK.

It is also OK if what I write means nothing. Writing a long or short entry about absolutely nothing, or about myriad random things is absolutely OK.

Here we go.

I live in Uganda. Pedestrians do not have the right of way or anything remotely resembling the right of way in this country. Generally speaking, in my mind, I am always in the right and therefore have the right of way. Tonight while walking home from a neighborhood restaurant/bar (I may have had some wine…)I decided that my one and only response to those cars which were coming painfully close to my space on the road in this seemingly christian country would be to yell, “I will haunt you!” whilst shaking my finger at them, or simply pointing like my father used to do when he caught me driving under age.

Another random thing striking me today (I am realizing it has been long since I commented publicly on the amusing, and sometimes seriously annoying, idiosyncrasies of this country, or the people within.  If I had 500 shillings for every time I heard something such as, “mzungu, why you no love me no more?!” I would be less broke than I am right now. AND I have decided to, along with my friend, most of which I have not informed of this project yet, compile a record of text messages and random facebook and myspace messages from random and sometimes not-so-random people here because they are awesome. An example from this guy Franklyn who “luvs” this mzungu….. “How r u? Am kul. Cald u fone it was off maybe u were in states! Whats nu? Am dyin 2cu again!”.  Though my favorite will always be…. “mzungu, why you no love me no more”. That may have to be the title of the book that eventually comes out of my compilation. Actually, I think it has just been decided that yes, yes that will be the title. In fact, it may work its way into the title of this particular blog posting.

OK, that’s enough of the random Kate thoughts for one day.