Disband the Uganda Police Force

This, my friends, is the sum total of the worth of the Uganda Police Force.

Last night thieves broke into Digory and Fiona’s home, located in a quiet area in Lweza on Entebbe Road. The thieves, who jumped over their wall and with a combination of a master key and force managed to gain entrance to the house, didn’t steal much.  A camcorder and an LCD projector was all they took.  What they left behind were shaken lives.

When they called me about the break-in, I foolishly advised Digory and Fiona to report the theft to the police.  Foolish, I call myself, because having dealt with the police at Kajjansi Police Station before, I should have known better.  The last time I dealt with them the poked around my house, roughed my watchman for discovering the break-in and then called me repeatedly to ask for phone airtime to ‘investigate’ the case.

What did the police do for Digory and Fiona?  They asked them to write a statement about the theft and then handed over a small, tatty piece of paper with case file number to them.

Drink Ugandan … oba?

There is a strange link between brightly colored flowers and a child’s mouth. Let children loose in a garden and before you know it, in goes the grass, the bugs and of course, the flowers.

I was a careful child. I didn’t eat flowers, but I sure convinced my brother Poll that they were good for him. The poor boy ate pretty much everything I suggested to him, with all the requisite consequences. He has a good heart, Poll does. Instead of revenge, paid it forward by treating Digory to the same platter of bitterness.

Now, I wish someone had told me flowers were good for me. I’d be a millionaire.