In Summary
  • I know it was a bit of a threat, but I delivered it when his mother was not looking. Besides this, there was no way that this game was going to be fair if I didn’t employ some level of subtle trickery.
  • Eventually I bade the youngsters’ good-bye, thanked their mother for the swell job she was doing raising them and went on my merry way.

One of my brothers works in another country. Once in a while I go check on his family, you know the drill, play with the children, be a responsible adult etcetera. So last Saturday, I made one of those trips to Bwebajja. Children generally like things they can eat so I stopped by the supermarket to grab a few items for them.

One of the items that never misses from the shopping cart are those gonja crisps that children love so much. I don’t get the fascination. Personally I have never bought those little things for myself. It’s always for some child that I pick them up. I buy things that normal grown ups buy like toothpaste, detergent, dish wash soap, deodorant, I’m sure you get what I mean.

I stopped by this petrol station in Ntinda to get some fuel then started the long drive. Unbeknownst to me it was visiting day for one of those schools along Entebbe road so I had to contend with a bit of traffic jam.

One way I deal with bad traffic is switch off the engine and do some reading on my phone. I subscribe to some tech websites so I read on those. After Kitende, the traffic eased up and I was able to make some progress with this trip.

Finally I got to Bwebajja and followed that tarmac road that snakes its way up the hill. The little guys were waiting for me like I’m some famous cartoon character from Disneyland. Probably Goofy because we used Mickey Mouse last week. A repeat wouldnt be cool.

I settled into one of the sofas and asked the young man to produce his PlayStation. His sister is not into video games so we always have this competition with him. We play Mortal Kombat, which is one of those martial arts competitions where two players have a duel against each other. But playing with this boy is no joke because the young man has no mercy.

Even before I had mustered which buttons do what, he was attacking my player with a ferocity that frankly was quite unbecoming. I told him to go easy on uncle lest the gonja crisps would stop coming.

I know it was a bit of a threat, but I delivered it when his mother was not looking. Besides this, there was no way that this game was going to be fair if I didn’t employ some level of subtle trickery.

Eventually I bade the youngsters’ good-bye, thanked their mother for the swell job she was doing raising them and went on my merry way.