There’s some point along the Kabale-Mbarara highway where they sell carrots, when we got there this kid asked, “what are those things?” the man and woman he was seating with asked him,” don’t you know carrots?” He wuz like no, kale I’ve never eaten them. I gave the woman next to him a bitano, to buy him some. But the vendors were far that side of the bus so we bought from my window. Each carrot cost kikumi I asked for two, but they didn’t have change I was going to tell him to tell the vendor to keep the change but the man seating between me and the window discouraged me. I gave over the carrots and was still thinking what to do for the vendor when the bus started moving. So our kid ate and gave the other carrot to the woman sitting next to him..she broke a piece and gave it to some man in the front seat who didn’t like its taste and threw it out the window and she ate the other half. I told those people carrots are good for your eyes . When the kid looked like his curiosity was satisfied I asked him whether it tasted good and he agreed. Then he opened his eyes wide, “kati, my eyes wont fall sick”. I was dying this kid was talking at the top of his voice. The road is rough so many potholes,making the bus rattle and shake, our kid started narrating about some time back they travelled in a bus and that it was moving in leaps and bounds, “yali ekuba endobo”. I died again, the woman told him that the road was good, that’s why he didn’t feel the potholes. When we reached Ntungamo he shouted to his dad who was seated in the seat behind, “Dadi enyama yiyo”. Do you see that meat!! Dadi didn’t have a choice.. That kid!
stephen creations 