On Personal Spaces and Personhood in Kampala
To be honest, I didn’t know much about Uganda.
Aside from the movies, the stories and Idi Amin’s apparent habit of enjoying human flesh, I expected a softer version of Kenya’s chapati-eating belief system, Addis’ remains of African diversity and Nairobi’s traffic.
One thing is certain, Kampala slapped me with a truth I wasn’t ready to admit about myself.