Dubai was wonderful for all of twenty hours, where I enjoyed the hospitality of a couple of fellow Luther College alumni. Thanks for a soulful stay, Adam and Allison! They took me to this swanky beach bar to stretch my legs from the long plane ride and drink a beer:
What can I say about Dubai? It’s the next big thing on this side of the globe, and it’s getting bigger every day.
Despite the lack of sleep resulting from three days of on-again-off-again travel, the African landscape had me feeling really good as soon as we departed from the airport.
Thanks! Think I’ll stay a while…My ssenga (father’s sister*) picked me up from the airport. She’s a nun who works at a school in Entebbe. She took me back to the convent, gave me a much-needed place to bathe, and fed me a delicious first taste of Ugandan deliciousness: ekyenyanja. Yum.
Ssenga Nakato (Auntie Nakato) and I then drove toward Kampala to meet up with Taata wange (my [Ugandan] Dad], Mwami Magoba Waalabyeeki. We picked him up from his job at CBS, which is the Central Broadcasting Service, Buganda kingdom’s main outlet for Luganda vernacular news and entertainment in both broadcast and print media. By the time we got back to Mwami Magoba’s place, it was about 9:15 or 9:30: time for supper! Warm greetings preceded a feast prepared by the gracious Ugandan host family I have come to love. They prepared a very special luwombo.
Luwombo is the thing on the left there. On the right, there’s matooke (banana mash) with binyeebwa (peanut sauce), squash, rice, posho, greens, potatoes, etc. Luwombo is like a little crockpot made of banana leaves.
For the others, I had to find something light weight that would go over well with the whole clan (literally). They enjoyed some fresh dates from Dubai. Dad, if you’re reading this, remind me to get you some on the way back through there:
Finally, I must thank Settimba Charles Lwanga (pictured here sporting his daily sleeveless swagger). He’s the household-appointed “Ghetto Prezident.” There’s an artist here called Bobbi Wine who has dubbed himself in similar fashion, but I doubt his good humor and hospitality can compare with that of Settimba and the rest of the Ffumbe clan.
*Nota bene: Throughout this blog, I use Kiganda terms for kinship to refer to those who have made me part of their family here. This helps me keep track of kin relationships and how they work in Uganda. For you, dear readers, I will try to use the English terms in parentheses as I have here.