Monthly Archives: November 2007

q: how many people can fit in a ugandan taxi?

A: at least ten more. When I’m not riding my bike into goats, I do a lot of travel by taxi. This particular mode of public transport builds character and tends to provide a high volume of absurd events. The … Continue reading

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beastie feastie.

One morning last week, the first thing I encountered when I left my house: Neighbor girl hands me a new variety of small, fried insect, saying “Chami. Tiye mit.” (Eat this. It’s sweet.) So I did. And it was.

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divas.

Celine Dion, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston.  All HUGE in Uganda. I hear the Titanic song at least once per day.

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ugandan english 101.

Wellbe back. Welcome back. You are lost! I haven’t seen you in a long time! Even me! Me too! You have reduced. You have lost weight. You are fat. A compliment. My leg is paining. My leg hurts. We shall … Continue reading

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thanksgiving in my mind.

Arrivals don’t enter.They burst, pink-cheeked from cold, setting off ripples of hugs and true how-are-yous.A series of mismatched tables, squeezed together, covered in overflowing platters, bowls, and gravy boats, hold our valiant efforts to express our caring for one another … Continue reading

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jam session.

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cloaked meaning.

Ugandans pronounce the word “cap” (you know, like a hat) as “cape” (you know, like the thing worn by superheroes). I learned this when I had an awesome conversation with my colleague, only to realize after ten minutes that he … Continue reading

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