jinja-chicken nuggets-geisha weekend

well it would be a shame not to let on about my rather hectic weeeknd, i am still sleepy, monday morinning and i am hopping i can sneak out of work, go to nandos for a cup of coffee and a donut and alot of quiet time gazing at people passing by, most probably a story will come to me, if the Muse see it fit.
anyway i had plans firday evening then it got intercepted with plans for saturday, i decided i could still do it all and come out strong.
friday proggy was:
stay up all night after work chatting away with a good pal who was visiting . isnce i was too lazy to cook, he offered to cook. he is actually a good cook...for a guy,
so moment we are home, he hits the kitchen, i bully him into washing the dirty dishes,(poor thing) my plans to watch Memoirs of Geisha were thrawted though; anyway so about 45 mins later we slump back on the couch and eat up from his menu: vegetable soup with extra onions, french bread soft and sliced, deep fried chicken nuggets, chapati and fruit salad. then i turned on my laptop, played lotsa old school and laughed at him for not knowing some, he is so 'new school' and chatted till 4am0- catch up of over 2 yrs; part of his resolution to make time for his buddies.

Saturday morning
i wake up groggy and stared at my phone 7am! i had to get ready to leave!
jinja here i come, the thought of Jinja filled me with alot of nostalgia it had been years since i had last been to that part of uganda. i figured maybe after all this time it would be transformed somehow...
we crossed the bridge over owen falls dam all pimped up at 11am, blame it on stops at namawojolo and some place in mukono to wee-wee(i hadnt eaten that meat in years! so i did alot of stuffing)
and as kampala with all its dust and noise and etcs faded way way back into the back ground and jinja in the foreground swallowed us all, the nostalgia of it fed my senses anew. The day i got into a bus bound for jinja with a few of my belongings, not totally excited at the prospect of going to jinja for a month... but as the days rolled on into weeks and i toured the sleepy city i was totally infected by the people, the language, the fact there were only two pork joints more over in a bar and once my galfriends and i had to wait 3 hours before 5 kilos of pork arrived and it was sooooo little for our hungry angry stomachs. the shops were the same colonial pillars at every turn, only 94.6 FM was not there anymore... (was it 94.6?) oh and the buildings, still old , dilapidated, needing paint...the indians, the silence, the free air..the suuuuunnnnn! i missed jinja, i got to see the hotels i went to back then, and even peek into a shop of one of girlfriend's aunt who i remember made me uncomfy with open praise of my beauty...not forgetting her cousin who wanted us to elope...well they were not there anymore. i actually love Jinja

sunday
i missed church, slept sooooo much, started to function at 3pm
5.35pm, i was comfortably snug in my couch watching 'memoirs of a geisha!' beautiful movie, or what? the best part of that movie for me was when Mameha took chiyo in her wing and started to train her to be a geisha; in a few months, she had to learn what a maiko learns in years... it is so full of colour, so magical, dreamworks and spyglass make the geisha world as magical and mysteriously beautiful as the author Arthur Golden intended for it to be...

a few excerpts from the movie helped explain to me that what we thought Geisha's were was not what it was Mata Hari was not a whore....back then men were forced into arranged marriages and they went to look for true love and comfort from a Giesha who accompained them (the men) everywhere entertaining them with music and dance.the sad bit was because this was a job...it was forbidden for a Geisha to fall in love.

at the training of chiyo cum sayuri by mameha in becoming a maiko; an apprentice geisha

"and to be a geisha is to be judged as a moving work of art. Geisha means artist. We are not wives, we are not courtesans. We sell our skills not our bodies. You cannot call yourself a true geisha until you can stop a man in his tracks with just one look."

fascinating history, i am going to read up more on it.
that was me weekend, how was yours?