It was recently announced as it always is at this time of the year in Uganda, that we will be having constant heavy rainfall. Of course the heavy rains did not show up till last week, I suppose they were waiting for the 9th of October to surface it being a huge date in our political history. I have never been any happier than I am right now.
I have been looking forward to these rains since I moved to a tiny village deep in Najjera (So, Najjera is somewhere past Kiwatule and the latter is after Ntinda for you who do not know that). This tinsy quiet and adorable place that is my current living address is everything good for a young working Ugandan; up to standard real estate that is quite affordable on a typical 9-5 salary and pretty safe. Here is the downside, the roads are horrible; when it rains, the roads get that scary mud and when it shines the Ugandan way, the roads are so dusty and unbearable that you wish Madam Kagina could turn her attention to our not so significant area even if we do not have a General or MP living in the vicinity. Other than that, it is a lovely place wait I almost forgot the fact that National Water and Sewerage Co. sometimes inconveniences us with water outages, it turns out a few years ago, safe water sources were not that common in the area.
I love this rainy cold season with a lot of enthusiasm that you will not find me displaying when leaving my house on a work day. I thrive during the rainy season, I would rather mud than dust, sweaty foreheads and stinky taxis because a couple of people do not realize that their personal hygiene actually reflects in public. I love the fact that during the cold season, no one is going to ask me why I constantly wear a lot of black like there’s a funeral at my work office. I would love to say something fundamentally funny in reference to death and office but, my boss who I am sure will read this blog will not be amused (I do love my salary, sorry I mean my job).
Rainy seasons mean a certain lot of females that are constantly wearing boots during the heat can finally strut around in those hideous looking pieces of footwear without judgmental people like me snickering in their face after staring at their feet. It means that short boyfriend of yours who forgot to pick a struggle and has kavubuka (BO) too doesn’t have to smell for us when you introduce him for that friendly hug or that you will look at a Lawyer in a suit on a very hot afternoon and not wince with the thought of being in a stuffy suit during a heat wave.
Lastly the rainy season means, I get to feel like I am back home in Munyonyo with its constant breeze every single waking moment, you see that place is just too dreamy. I do miss home, sometimes. I think the most important thing about this constant rain is that I am happy, Nick will say;”You must be beaming from ear to ear because its raining…” He is right though, I strangely find peace of mind during this season, I could write a good poem for this season but only Pluviophiles would relate.
Happy wet season everyone, looking forward to all your newborns during the dry season. 🙂