I just got home from watching Qwela Band, one of my favourite performing groups in Uganda. They perform every Friday night at Emin Pasha. Lounging on a sofa with friends on the balcony listening the eclectic mix of live music as interpreted by Qwela is a great way to unwind from any week. I’ve become a pretty regular groupie. I first heard of the band’s Friday night gig from one of the singers, Anita, who I acted with in a play last October (September?). However, it took me a few months before I attended a performance, but once I did, I was hooked. My two favourite songs they perform are covers of Summertime and Ordinary People. They have a great style, and the singers have fantastic voices.
I’m on a live music kick. I plan to go see Maurice Kirya again tomorrow night. I hear he’s going to be live at Lotus Mexican Cantina—Saturday night, 11th July at 7:00pm. Join me?
I’m going to make a short post since it is so late—places to be early in the morning. I wanted to at least post something today since I did not make one yesterday. I dozed off on the sofa at 5:30 yesterday afternoon and woke up at 2:00am, so I just stumbled to bed and slept until 6:30 this morning. Yes, that is 11 hours of sleep. I was really tired; I guess I needed to catch up on a lot of sleep.
I think I’m getting too comfortable in my surroundings… and that’s not really a safe thing. One thing I advise visitors to Kampala when they ask for safety tips is to remember that Kampala is a big city. Treat it that way. That’s why I got pretty frustrated with myself as I found myself walking home alone tonight up the dark hill to my flat. What was I thinking? I guess I wasn’t. I mean it was pretty late and really dark. I’ve seen people robbed on that street. I always think it will never happen to me… until it does. I cannot afford to be complacent about my security. Was it complacency or curiosity that killed the cat?