Are you guys and gals ok?
I swear that what I am writing about is the truth, nothing but the truth, and only the whole truth. Yet it sounds like a fairy tale. Not the african ones, but the contemporary European ones.
I am in Dubai. UAE.
No, I did not come seeking asylum or 'kuba kyeyo' as Ugandans call economic refugees. I am in transit to another place.
But that is not all. I am in the First Class Lounge at Dubai International Airport.
I tell you I can almost not believe it.
I am weary and tired, after a very long day.
Started in Kampala, waking up early as usual, preparing to board the plane. Sorry, I did not tell you that I would be travelling, but you know, I have a healthy respect of my government, and I do not believe that they would stop at interrupting my travel plans! That is, if the likes of Nsaba Buturo came to know of them. I am an insignificant non-entity, far as I know, but some people's dislike of my sexuality makes me significant.
Anyway, I got this ticket. On it was the confirmation that it was the cheapest that could be got for my itinerary. And that means that I go to places that I am not supposed to, and wait for hours.
But someone, someone, did me the honour of handing me the first class boarding card, and inviting me to go to the First Class Lounge.
I am tired, and sleepy, and unable to sleep. I am sure when I read this I will be wondering who wrote it. But I am the one who is doing so. Me, gug.
Anyway, cannot even continue because my flight has been called. And I have to step out and go to the gate.
Of the lounge, I can only say, wow!