Mukono
“This is your time, this is your dance; Live every moment, leave nothing to chance; Swim in the sea, drink of the deep; Embrace the mystery of all you could be! ” Once upon a time, I was infatuated with [or is it by?] Michael W. Smith. This particular chorus flooded my ears for years before I could accept that the odds of he and I meeting were slim-to-none. Nonetheless, the song remains an anthem of sorts. i.e. try to live every day as if it’s the last you’ll have. Our trip to the African Village Hotel in Kayunga was innocent enough. We – Yiyi, his Papi and I – all needed a change of scenery. It turned out to be perfectly timed – and perfectly in keeping with the theme of Michael’s chorus. Papi was a bit wary of public transport. He was surrendering to my sense of direction [which, at best, is so-so] and my memory. Yiyi and I had been down this road a few weeks before to visit a cousin in the infamous area of Nagalama. As we passed the sign to African Village Hotel, I made ...