If you are up to date with how the world is fitfully steering its way around the obstacles facing it, you would rightly ask, of this column’s title, why stop at Uganda? To start with The Land of the Free, its Leader, the single most important human on earth, is said to be so beset by problems that the Martians must be counting the earth-days before he throws in the towel!
The trouble with being a Patriot is that every time your Nation takes a knock it hits you without shock-absorbers; sometimes making you feel partly responsible. This is not as ridiculous as it sounds.
On Wednesday I saw pictures of one of the greatest humans who ever lived which very nearly reduced me to tears. I am talking of Madiba, Nelson Mandela, now in his 95th year. He will reach that age on 18 July. (To put that in perspective for me: my mother was about four months his senior and she has been dead forty years!)
As a cricketer with some aspirations for batting, a Century (100 runs) is always a gleaming beacon, or, even more enticingly, a mirage glimpsed by a mad-thirsty traveller in the desert, which like the cricketer’s century is mostly never there!
In our Africa the mind is constantly boggled! Those reading today’s headline will contort their features wondering what skirt can cost so much, even though these are Uganda shillings, not American dollars or British pounds (translating to 5,400 or 3,500 respectively). It works out that the shorter the skirt the costlier per square inch. What puzzle is this? Ask the Minister of Ethics (Minofeth, for short)!