Dilemma solved; Dream, Drink, Dance

Yesterday I set off on a 2 hour walk very excited, not only because I had been house bound for most of the week, but because I determined to pass by the nearest convenience store to buy some liquor to toast to the wedding of my brother, Patrick Musaazi.

Cheers

Thanks to the ever evolving technology, such moments like a wedding from 10,000+miles are easily shared through the various apps that are a communication blessing of the 21^st century. However like my people the Baganda say, “amaaso go omuganda gali mungalo” to literally mean, the eyes of the ganda person are in the hands.  The need to touch and feel, be there after seeing these images sent from so far away left me a little nostalgic. Never one to be defeated, I came up with the idea of beating this feeling by drinking to this union hence the walk.

Might I say, this walk is not only very long but quite dull as it leaves a lot to be desired in terms of scenery, not to mention that my stopping point only has a pharmacy, post office and bank to boast of, nothing that a girl like me would take 2 hours to walk for, so really this particular time the motivation was the ‘bottle’.

After braving the heat 83◦F  today , I made it there, like any girl I stopped long enough in the beauty section  quietly  debating on when was appropriate time to start using the anti-wrinkle creams and if they really worked. Soon I was on the liquor aisle with the price tag determining the bottle I would take and bang there it was cheap and cheerful that after reading the basics I quickly made my way to the check out.

And then as the lady scanned my priced possession she asked for my I.D , grrrrrrh , its then that  I realized that in my hurry I hadn’t carried any. I politely told her I had none but I was definitely over and past the prime age of 21 required by the state for someone to buy alcohol. Alas she wasn’t having any of it and there went my high spirits .Luckily as I had perused through the different pews. I had picked a chocolate, a very much needed item after this big disappointment especially with the 2 hour walk back that waited for me without the drink to join the celebrations so far away.

The otherwise beautiful scenery

 

Later in the day, as I was sipping my green tea with lemon, the taste without the influence and munching and savoring the chocolate taste, I couldn’t help but think if I should welcome the pleasant illusion that to some people, like this checkout lady I still look below 21 over the truth that I badly needed a drink not to celebrate but to make up for what I had missed.

I wish had enough faith for the wedding in Cana miracle of water into wine in such situations, but since I don’t I will just say am grateful that at least I’m not falling apart.

Congratulations Patrick and Theresa.