Sound

If you were tasked to jot down a memory as a result of a sound or something that you recalled; what would it be………

I am not talking about the outbursts by the taxi touts shouting Zila-Bugoloobi, Zila-Bugoloobi (calling out to passengers heading to Luzira or Bugoloobi and everyone who cares lo listen) as you walk down Kampala road nor the continued out cries for their so long lost relatives; ‘bulaaza, sister, maama, faaza ….neither am I talking about the sirens dashing across the roads as you are shoved to the side simply because a police vehicle has to pass.…..

I am not talking about the women shouting out to everyone who passes by, "taata, zino zokya" loosely translated as sir, these grass hoppers are warm in a bid to sell the last of their grasshoppers, as you try to get your tired self to a taxi so as to get home and have a rest after a long day…...

I am not talking about the noise made as vehicles rush by you, almost brushing you; the sound from the traffic warden’s whistle quickly cut off by the changing of gears of the truck next to you nor am I talking about the women who spend every day complaining about everything and nothing under the pretext of "entalo zo' kumizigo….

I am not talking about the hooting by the "boda boda cyclist" nor am I talking about the constant calls by the man carrying sacks of Irish potatoes probably 3 times his weight blaring ‘faasi, faasi, faasi’ as you stroll down town in a bid to fresh fruits…..

I am not talking about the noise made by every ‘Sempala’ who thinks movie narration is a walk in the park, (where are likes of Jingo when someone needs them) neither am I talking about the Airtel clocks at the round-about reminding ‘telemundo’ lovers that their favorite soap just started and they are nowhere near their television sets……

I am not talking about the drums sounded at your local church that makes you fill as though someone is guilt tripping you, nor am I talking about the gong at the Ivory tower reminding the Muk students that another hour just went by as the boys of Lumumba camp at box with hope that culture week will be extended……

I am talking about that sound that you last listened to as a little boy herding the cows, a little girl going to fetch water; the sound of nature.

I am talking about the sounds that you have forgotten as a result of being in the city; sounds of birds tweeting, dry leaves rustling, the cows mowing, or the chicken clucking... the reminders that there is more to life than just living it.

I am talking about the reason you should be in Mbarara for the Great South Western fellowship as you listen to Rtn Kankunda share about Stewardship, PDG Katongole about Giving, Rtn Mike about PR, PDG Mwanje about Leadership, Rtn Musolini about Vijana Poa and Rtn Kawadwa about the Youth and Rotary.

I am talking about reviving your spirits naturally as you enjoy what the land of milk and honey has to offer you as you listen to these exceptional gentlemen.......

Wait a minute, where are the ladies?????