Our Curtains Hang Lovely
Dispatches from Kisugu, where our curtains hang lovely and golden with teal borders, and have been known to entrance many a maiden, especially Glenna, who may possibly love the curtains more than David. But not really, she loves David more. The curtains frame our view of fields of banana trees that extend behind our lovely flat in the back, and in the front, they frame a construction site also known as the entrance to our apartment. There, a group of between five and fifteen Ugandan men alternate between laboring on the incomplete compound and sitting around and teasing David. They are lead by the harried Kamukama, the care taker of the compound, also known as one of Kampala’s most unhappy people. He has acne, owns two shirts, and is forced to listen to the complaints of our compounds’ residents when things go wrong – which they always do since it’s a new building. Rarely do ten minutes pass during day time hours when one of the Indian housewives in the other flats or David or Glenna are summoning him to try and fix mysterious smells that abound in the complex or inexplicable puddles of water that make our floor their home. But really, it’s a beautiful flat. And we’re happy to be here, together. This is our blog. We both have our own blogs, but also wanted to send dispatches together from the land of curtain rods and banana trees.
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1 comment:
Hmm ... So this is what Dave be doin', instead of writing up? ;o)
Hey, okay, okay.
/me closes curtains and backs off ... ;o)
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