My 500 meter 2 hours journey.
Wednesdays have always been my best days of the year. I always wake up energetic, happy, smiley, with excitement of an unknown origin, and of course this whole cocktail of a good mood has to be coupled with being dressed in what is obviously nice , call it sexy, and all. Today is Wednesday, and of course all the above followed in order. Had a good day, lectures went well, a signature to my Obstetrics logbook, attended this Pharmacology Seminar, I was as sobber as earth…..I mean , my day was going on so fine, until it started to drizzle ….it seemed like a rain “prank” at first , so I also played along and walked in the drizzle…not to forget to mention that my umbrella was stollen from ward last week. This was a place where you cant easily find a motorcycle to take you home, so walked in the drizzle , until all of a sudden, rain poured like God had just opened his bank of Rain.this was at about 4:50pm. I decided to take shelter at the nearest block, when I met Pina and Rocky my classmets who were as stuck as I. We were 3, with two umbrellas. When the rain stopped for a while, we decided to continue with our journey to hostel, and this is where God opened all …I mean all his banks of rain. This was like half way the distance to our nearest shelter before the hostel. We couldn’t go back…hell no. We continued. This rain felt like the rain we read about in the bible during the times of Noah and his Ark. ☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔. Wind blowing this umbrella I just borrowed, which was so small that my whole behind got wet. Like this was a punishment from God, my nice, beautiful, blue sued shoes were getting wet alllllll the way. I consoled myself that they would get dry after , only to step in sinking wet sand that covered them completely . I gave one loud scream like……😢😧😦😭😭😭MY SHOES !!!!!!!😬😬😬😬😬😬. this was right next to our next shelter. And this was around 5:39pm. All the time spent at this shelter, I kept thinking of how a car in my life could ease my life. A Car!!!! which I can’t afford yet 😩. I refuse to be poor…..I refuse to marry poor….They say if you can’t be rich, marry rich….Rich definitely owns Cars…cars sweetie. If u had shared my journey , you would be feeling the same. Then after all this internal “Venting”, and the rain reducing abit, we continued with our journey . And the same rain poured again. Making it worse, nice cars were passing by us like our clothes are too wet for them to drop us to our destinations…..Thank God they didn’t stop tho. We would never have accepted. And then it got really cold, and really annoying, we decided to just walk till our destination……Regardless of how flooded it seemed , and the rain ofcourse above our heads . And as soon as we had eneterd hostel, it stopped raining .This was at around 6:30pm .I felt like walking my journey right back and then back to prove to the weather that the Mukiga in me is stronger than it. A journey that usually takes me 10 minutes was now taking me about 2 hours!!!!I need a car!!!!!😬😬😬
Photo taken at one of the shelters we took.
