It had been an un relenting hot day. After my all over the town spree, it was time to head towards the taxi park. Ladies are familiar with those days when your face ‘shinning’ like you have just been dipped into a can of oil. I had to first sit down, check in the bag within the bag which….
“Hajati jangu otulewano” who you calling Hajati I thought? I wanted to say something, ….. I kept wondering what I looked like under this heat! I let it pass as I prayed not to meet any former schoolmates. I was the first in the taxi so choose the middle row by the window. The first hawker came by “Senga teweguliddeyo kukazigo?”(Auntie won’t you buy yourself this cream?) he goes on to tell me how it would brighten up my face considering that I seem to have a sweaty skin…. First of all I am not his auntie I wanted to say something….. Just know I was not amused.
Just then the second passenger entered and sat in front of me. She was heavily pregnant. Those stages of pregnancy where you want to just go get it over with. I managed a smile, she was ‘shinning’ more than me. I felt for her as she summoned the hawker selling water. No sooner had she started drinking it than the next hawker came by selling men’s vests. “Eeeeh Nalongo, Salongo tomugulidde vesti?” (“EeeehNalongo-mother to twins, aren’t you buying Salongo father of twins, a vest? I nearly burst into laughter but then I remembered all I had had to endure while in the Taxi Park and that her feeling was just like the look on my face. She held her cool, but the hawker just kept at it, “kale mugulire kanokaseevaamwekubilevu. Kwegamba tewali Salongo kyomwagalizawano…?” (Maybe buy him this shaver so he can shave his beards. Don’t you desire for him to have anything from my collection?”)
As the taxi continued to fill up so did the hawkers. The last hawker came to the door, he had been singing “kaaaalekyutex, nekelesi, iyaring, ….kale abyetaaze…” (okaaaaaay, nail polish, necklace, earrings…does anyone need?) When no one responded, he stared some more and then turned to the driver and said “Duleva, abakaazi banobotwalangabanyivubulala?” (“Driver, the women you are transporting seem so angry?”). I could see that he used his mirror to check us out, all our eyes met his at the mirror. “Eeeeeh kambatereko Radio” he said as we started to move…..and there was this kadongo kamu song “Naye Samuwankoolabubiii…..”
In unison, the women said “tugyileko radio yo….” As they burst out and laughed….. then the chatter between them started on how the hawkers had annoyed them and all they had endured throughout their day.
I left the taxi park with a merrier heart I forgot about my face. I guess it’s true “A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance….” Prov 15:13 and that a merry heart does good, like medicine…. – Prov 17:22 sometimes it is just good to lighten up and be humored by the whole experience.