As you know I don’t have much occasion to see pretty things here in Kampala. So over the past week or so I have been toting my camera around with all good intentions to capture something pretty. I thought the exercise would lift my optimism and get me through these next few days before the Zebra trip.
So here are the results of my search for The Pretty.
Let’s see, shall we?
These giant pots are tumbled over on purpose, in the name of artistic decor. They happen to be situated outside the spa where I go to make my nails look pretty.
This is not a door that leads anywhere. In fact it is the Door to Nowhere. However, I thought it was pleasing to the eye and happens to be located very close to an attractive bar stool where I sat sipping some very pretty chilled white wine.
The things we do when we are bored! For a friendly experiment I tried photographing these flowers through a pair of binoculars. I found the result quite surreal.
You might not realize it but these birds are wild parrots. They were gorgeous to watch and listen to especially since the garden was exceptionally pretty. I resolved with even greater resolve and determination to find myself a house with a garden. Even a postage stamp garden would do. Who could not be happy with wild parrots cavorting while you sip tea?
Wild and lush, even in pots. The large one in the middle is a chimney and is perfect for the toasting of marshmallows.
My dream garden. I can see puppy dogs and fairies.
If your rose tinted glasses fall off and get cracked underfoot, I recommend putting a camera in your bag and making it your mission to find the pretty.
It might just be around the corner.
Just a few simple questions that I am mulling over when I should be asleep.
- How is it possible for someone to steal a laptop and not feel even a little bit bad? Does poverty just simply eradicate the guilt most people would feel upon taking something that doesn’t belong to them?
- How do you tell a parent that their child is just not very bright and actually quite vacant? I know it is so much easier to just blame the school, and I know you think your child is a perfect 12 year old genius and I do realize that the bad marks can’t possibly be her fault.
- How did someone find my blog by typing in kill chicken? And more importantly why are so many people searching for Kill Chicken so often?
- How can passion fruit taste so divine but look like frog spawn?
- Why is it that after making an announcement 3 times, people still don’t do what I had announced?
- Why doesn’t everyone back up their computer?
- How can some people be so immune to bad smells while others gag?
- How did Africa end up being the gigantic rubbish bin of the world? Please believe me when I tell you that what ends up here is what no one wanted to buy in the West.
- What do bed bugs look like and how do they get into bed?
- The auto focus is not working on my camera. How do I know if it is the lens or the camera? How can this situation be attended to over here?
The mind boggles.
On the way to Sipi falls we passed through Graduation day at the nearby Islamic University. Proud graduates in gaudy outfits that peeped out from beneath their gowns were having their photos taken in portable photo booths resplendent in shiny back drop, flowers and tacky signage. Photographers were plying their trade by showing framed protratits of previous graduates to anyone of the hundred or so people that walked past. It was a colorful and busy scene and I felt like an observer to a totally foreign world.
The chasm between our world and theirs is wide. It can be heartbreaking to walk past such poverty and to repeatedly hear the appeals for sweets or money, to see young boys whose trousers are more holes than anything, whose shoes are broken plastic. By virtue of necessity our hearts form a thicker layer as we pass their mud huts where they tend chickens and goats or carry firewood to cook their one meal of the day. We live here so we cannot afford to be sad everyday, and we cannot fall into the trap of handing out shillings to each and every child. It is complicated; this us and them reality is something I face every day.
It felt like Chameleon weekend at times. In total Princess asked me 6 times if we could take “just this one” home and keep it as a pet.
Have I mentioned how pretty it was?
Like water nymphs, they frolicked in the spray.