This morning was amazingly sunny. It seemed as if they had called the sun in to make the Baganda King’s ceremony pretty. Everything was ready: tents, cake, drums, the pretty dresses… Everything was running smooth. The drums were playing and they took turns to sing. Someone sang real bad and if I were not sure that it had nothing to do with it, I would say he got the one up there controlling the tap angry. All the elephants and hippos of the savannah, my word. Rivers every where, waterfalls down the stairs, pools at the basketball court (location of the ceremony).
The drums never stopped, though, not even when the heal fell over the metallic roofs competing to be the main contribution to the soundtrack. Someone should set up a meteorological station here and study the phenomenon. The worst “cold drop” is nothing next to this spontaneous storms (and that’s a direct translation of a meteorological phenomenon that occurs every Fall in the area where I am from; basically, at the end of the summer the contrast between the temperature of the air and the sea causes the sky to fall apart in minutes, we get flooded – because even though it happens every year we are not prepared – and shortly after the summer is history and we can leave a most pleasant autumn and winter. That is, of course, if there have not been major problems for privileged us).
Just moments later it was sunny, of course.
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