A friend, Aggie recently stormed into my crib furious I could swear I saw steam gushing out of her nose and ears. She had run into Clair an old friend of ours who had just come back from Sweden where she had been for five years.
Clair was with a group of friends heading for a drink-up and asked Aggie to join in. Aggie was more than glad to catch up with an old friend so she jumped into the car and off they went. In the car, Aggie started to notice that soft spoken Clair had changed but she didn’t know how much until they reached their destination.
For starters old Clair was not a loud OMG-wow-gal. When she left the country she was in her 20s, but even in her teenage years she had acted so mature. Now she returns in her early 30s and she’s acting like a teenager.
That wouldn’t have been bad enough if Clair didn’t look down on Aggie. Never mind that she didn’t have anything to show for her stay in Sweden except for a passport and a bag of cash which would most likely run out in a couple of months judging from the teenager that she had become.
Aggie tried to tell Clair to slow down but the response was something along the lines “You know nothing, you have never even traveled beyond the borders of Kampala”… Never mind that my girl Aggie has run successful salons in this town without having to lift her feet out of Uganda.
This story coupled with a few of my own encounters with a number of ba summer got me to conclude there must be a bug on the planes that carry people abroad that eats up part of the brain. Only a selected few manage to get away unscathed.
There’s this Ugandan female artiste based in the UK. I would’ve mentioned her name but frankly I don’t remember it or any of her songs enough to Google her up. She had a collabo with one of our local boys. A household name; after the collabo, these two had a feud, something about a video.
So I chanced on one of this UK babe’s audios in the media. Trashing the local artiste, telling him how he’s a cheap local artiste whereas she’s internationally known. I wondered how our girl would be internationally known without us knowing about it here at home. Clearly she had had a bite from the flight bug.
Then last weekend, at the Bebe Cool concert at Serena Hotel, this boy who is locked in a man’s body walks up to stage, and attempts to steal some of the limelight of the young Beata—a proper child with proper talent. It is bad enough that this boy’s idea of cool is giving himself a distinctly juvenile name—the kind of stuff the rest of us left behind in S3. Mind you, his only claim to fame is trying to be famous by being ridiculous. So it was not at all surprising, but it was still absurd that he showed up in a public place dressed in a bathrobe.
Oh, I almost forgot, he got on a plane and made his way to a life in South Africa a while back. Clearly, he got multiple bites of the bug.
