Silicon Dreams – Part One
It was 5:30 p.m and I was in downtown Kampala. The bodas were prying their routes as usual and the cyclists were busy criss-crossing the streets as the batembeyis were trying to sell their last merchandise of the day.
‘Saawa meka?’ asked a Nubian lady selling roasted groundnuts, simsim and sweets in a kibo.
As I looked around, she emerged from the left. I could make her out from human traffic heading towards me. She looked elegant that evening, clad in her blue trouser and top.
She walked like one coming from a cat walk class.
‘Where has she been today?’
This time she looked bigger and I was surprised that for the first time she saw me before I saw her.
Before I could figure out everything about her, she had cut me off and was saying hi.
I held her hand and we walked away to our secret rendezvous.
