When you can take a man out of a village....but not the village out of a man.
A friend's cousin was visiting Kampala for the first time in his
23 years.
He had grown up in a rural sub-county somewhere and was
village all through- from the hair, to the clothes, to the walk.
Of
course everything was new to him here- he did not even know how to use a
spoon to stir his tea. Anyway, after tea, she suggested he take a bath
and rest because he was tired and dusty from the journey. She filled a
basin, gave him a towel and showed him the bathroom.
The next they
heard was an almighty scream. He dashed out of the bathroom like a
madman, yelling at the top of his voice that there was someone who had
come towards him, wanting to attack him.
When they investigated, they
discovered it was the bathroom mirror that had caused him such
anguish...
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