"Girlfriend, my booty is not his", said the bald, gaunt girl with an offended look on her face.
I haven't had a chance to watch any television in the last few months. Today, I am in Kabale for a workshop starting tomorrow and am enjoying a serve of Ugandan TV with my meal.
I feel like I'm getting an insight into Ugandan middle class. More so from the the table of 5 behind me laughing and exclaiming excitedly along with the show. The show is in English though the idioms are all mixed up and the slang is contrived.
Tomorrow I have a workshop with the Kabale Regional Referral Hospital to discuss the new ART guidelines and how to order ARVs effectively based on the new guidelines. The ordering process is paper based and, given the number of formulations available, prone to errors. Poor ordering mean insufficient drugs or expired drugs.
I just realised she's not bald but has a no. 1 Mr. T do. Sick!
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