Its Damn Boring
When I arrived in the UK, I had a strategy. In order to beat off the routine and boring way of life here (Home-Train-Work-Train-Home), I needed to get in touch with fell Ugandans who know that a real man from the working class, doesn’t go home straight after work but takes a beer or catches up with old schoolmates as the evening rush subsides. My strategy included visiting the Ugandan High Commission in Trafalgar Square to get information about any social groups and/or networks for Ugandans in the UK. An unbusiness looking like gentleman sitting behind the counter at Uganda House who spoke English in the famous Luganda version told me that he knew about cultural (read tribal) groups like Baganda, Acholi and Banyankore and that even those met seldom. He probably has no idea how much, he has wounded my strategy and thrown my brains into panic gear. I have to come up with new ways of finding Ugandans otherwise I will die of boredom.