FROM CHARITY SARAZ FRIEND!

Being a friend to Clara i was among the first people to know about the American visitor.Sara was her name, guess what; just like anyother African/Ugandan i expected a true ''American'', what do i mean by this; a typical muzungu, that is a white who cant eat certain foods,is only confirtable with the likes of five star hotels,can share a bed room,with the white persons perspectives that africans are not anygood but idiots,not educated and cant do anything good for them selves.It made me alittle bit uncorfitable and worried especially for clara the host because i knew it wld be alittle hard for her to try and make the muzungu not to run way!

why did i have this in mind....
its because of my past experience with people from the western world.Every muzungu comes with this idea that he/she knows more than any ugandan. They give this impression that Africans are nothing but stupid. i never figure out why, maybe its because of what is only written about africa and its people, everyone here knows how africans are thought of being bushmen, stay with lions in the wilderness(homes) and so they are more less wild.
But on the other hand i said to myself, why shld we(Ugandans) worry abt criticism, coz in the end its what everyone is scared of.
i thought 2myself that this is my home and its my responsibility so is evryones to make it a better place for even a muzungu to realise that theres the good in africans that most bazungu dont know yet.i went straight to clara and told her to relax and welcome the muzungu just like she would welcome anyother visitor in her house, she was not to put the skin colour differences in consideration.so she was to recieve Sara as Sara not as amuzungu!we all agreed to that and looked forward to meeting her. The 9th of november was getting closer eachday.

The 9th november came.......................
Oh mygoodness, everyone was waiting, though the unfortunate bit of it is that the galz ie me clara,and rita would be away that day to the village for a friendz traditional marriege ceremony.
You cant believe that our phones worked more than they had ever that day, Johnson and Agaba who were to pick her from the airport were not left to rest from their Phones, we called them each minute from the time she was to arrived.
There had never been any relief that occured to us than when Johnson told us that she looked very friendly and nimurungi munonga okukira abazungu abalarebire(that she is very beautiful, more than any muzungu he had ever met) you should have been there to see the excitment on our faces we got more excited and anxious to meet Sara.

I spend most of my time at Claras house but i wasnt there the time Sara was brought to the house, but i was told only good things that were already noticed about her be4 i met her myself. i was actually told that ninko mukigga(literally meaning that just like a mukigga,the hosts tribe, she was ok not a muzungu but Sara as in Sara her self)
I didnt take it wholesomely i had to first get used to her and know more about her, the truth for sure i was not so so free with her, i always tried to be conscience of what ever i said and did when with her...this happened an intensionally because of what experince i had with other bazunguz i happened to meet be4.

Each day Sara turned out not to be a real muzungu, she seemed to look at things in a more realistic way than anyother muzungu i had met be4. i liked her for that, but i again said to myself is she real or shes acting or something, maybe she wanted to study us and get stories to write and tell people back home but i neva said any of this to myfriends i just kept on thinking abt it.

It was one day wen i dropped all this craziness.... coz i realised she was not ''muzungu'',
we were in claras car we call it emamba coz it an old car, we re going to claraz video shop and it had rained heavily the previous nite, guess what the africa showed its self to Sara, floods were every where, we didnt have where to pass, clara cld not drive through herself, she was terrified, i was seated at the back seat worried abt the muzungu than myself, coz i was very sure that this was the most disgusting thing that would happen to make her ran away.It had to be someone else to help drive through,Sara sat relaxed, she could have been scared but didnt show it which was ok, but deep down in my heart i knew that she was going to ask clara to get her another place some where in the town maybe a hotel room, o as she moved around in town, she would meet fellow bazungu and find away of ranning away.can u imagine that craziness!!!!!!!!! oh my goodness it will take me more time to write it all that i experinced with Sara, it alot more .........................u want to know everything????????..........next time....wil be back to write it all i cant do it now but its unbelievable.................