Eggs

I peel a hard boiled egg on the terrace of Cassia Lodge my last morning here. The egg has a minor role in a vast breakfast that also includes a fruit and yogurt course, some vegetables they steamed specially for me, some sweet little pancakes with passable syrup, fried potatoes. I gave the yogurt to… Continue reading Eggs

A Covid accent on everything

Ugandan accents are home to me now, the different regional languages fusing into a shared rhythm in English, alternately soothing and pocked with loud inflection, soft and punctuated with low growls that demonstrate that you are indeed listening to the person.  The upended, rhetorical question.  “We thought the pandemic was coming to an end, but… Continue reading A Covid accent on everything