evening and morning: the first day

i had walked past the man into his shop, not realizing that he was the owner.
‘Very sorry! Do you sell MTN airtime?’
His eyes had a hard time focusing, but he was quick to smilev. ‘I have some. I have only small money.’
Clouds had covered the sun. The air was mild and moist, cooled by a pleasant wind. We quickly completed our transaction.
‘wébale!’
‘Ah! You have been here only today and you know today say wébale! Wow! Solid! That is very nice, but when you say ‘wébale’, you will also say something else if you want to be polite. If are speaking to a man, you will say ‘wébale sebo.’ If you are speaking to a woman, you will say ‘wébale ɲabo.’
His name was Michael.

i saw him approaching while i took some pictures of banana plants, sunset, and a cow.
‘olyótya, sebo.’
‘jandí! what are you doing, mzungu?’
‘i have just gone for a walk to enjoy the sunset! Is that private land ahead?’
‘Ee. This is my family’s land. My name is Emmanuel.’
Emmanuel asked me to let him help me enjoy Entebbe while i am here.







‘Ah! You are taking pictures of the chicken!’
i was slightly embarrassed. i thought that the morning light on the chicken was actually rather nice, but i had had too much shame to lie down and shoot from the low angle that would have made for the best picture. i had been caught anyway.
They had large rifles and green fatigues.
i greeted them, and asked how they were.
‘We are fine! We are going back to the station.
As they walked off, i took a quick picture of their silhouette in the hard morning light.
‘You will take our picture, ah!’, one said, looking back.
His name was Bonniface. His friend was Emma.













i am staying at Backpacker’s Inn, about three miles from the Entebbe airport. Sometime in the next 48 hours i will relocate to Moroto, where i will hopefully locate Lokiru Kosma.