The sun is westering.
Bright orb of brilliant light too bright to look at. I see it, but soon, very soon, it will be over the horizon. Hidden by the hills of Kampala.
Downtown I am, at the moment. So the hills round town will shade the orb for a time, before darkness closes in fully.
Friday evening. Freedom out there, to party and relax, wind up the week. Will I join in? Will we join in? Maybe.
But for the moment, bars of steel shield me from the freedom of the open air.
Did he win? Unlikely, as finding ice in the Sahara.
Did he lose? Most likely. But now a runoff is mandated, even before the Electoral Commission declares what the results are in Zimbabwe. African democracies can be truly interesting. Apparently, borrowing a leaf from one of my friends, they (ruling party) has already started the campaign. Endorsing its front-man. Taking hostage the media, and reminding all and sundry who ‘brought’ the gift of independence. And that the opposition is ‘homosexual’ and pro-west. Apparently, those two things are synonymous. DeTamble should be able to say something about that, in very colourful language.
For a few minutes, I will be here, then I will be off. Seems like time is coursing faster, with the sun westering. But it is a beautiful time of day, dusk approach, night not far off, the sun an orb, crown jewel over Namirembe hill.
Have a good evening.