HOW MY NEIGHBOUR'S GIRL FRIEND SPOILED MY EASTER

How I celebrated my Easter Sunday

Yesterday but one was a Sunday of 20^th April, 2014. On that day most of the Christians in Uganda stormed holy places of worship to celebrate Easter Sunday and possibly give a little penny (offertory) to the lord.

Earlier in the morning of that day, my neighbour on my right who for the whole semester had been preparing their meals inside the room decided to put out their small “sigiri” (charcoal stove) for the first time and poured “butto” cooking oil and intentionally directed flavours of the contents in the source pan to my door.

Eventually I had to get out of my bed because my nose could not hold more of these “bisoorora” sweet smells of the food at the door step of my small room. This lady (my neighbour’s gal friend) had kept humming sweetly outside as she deliberately kept on opening the pan.

After taking my shower, I received a message from my neighbour inviting me to be with them at lunch.

Although the invitation seemed genuine, the smile from this lady seemed unwelcoming that I thought to think twice before honouring the invitation.

When it was time for lunch, I knocked at the room only to be told that they had finished everything that had been left for me and that may be I check later in the evening.

When I sat in my room with my arms on my head, I came across a poem by Gabriel Okara, a Nigerian poet and it reminded me of how people can at times change. And reduced myself to my usual kikomando meal.

I learnt that people now days have learnt to laugh with only their teeth out and no longer laugh with their hearts.  

The use of “I” in this story is deliberate but it was not me hahahahaha.