I am breathing small clouds of white in the dark and sleeping quietly in a dreamland of stars and wild horses running with dragonflies into gray storm clouds. 

Mercedes Madrid

There are about 5,000 dragonfly species – and contrary to popular belief none of them sting.

Unfortunately the same cannot be said of the 5,000 human species living in my city.   I am still smarting from my interaction with just five Kampala humanoids today.  I was stung by …

• By my workmate for whom public crotch scratching is a sign of manhood.
• By the Embassy worker who thinks she’s white-by-association and with her fake Danish accent didn’t hesitate to attempt to call me and my ‘begging’ to order.  

• By my neighbor’s shamba boy who I caught depositing the renal product of his night on the town outside by fence.

• By the man in a grotesque gas guzzling motoring gizmo who threw a plastic water bottle out of his air conditioned car, hitting me on my shoulder and soiling my tee shirt.

By myself with my mediocre first word press blogging attempt.

 

Upendo.