The Detour:

                               It's been a while since I last visited my fantasy world. Well it’s because where I am now is not so convenient. I can hardly find the quality time to spend there. I’m always up and down dropping resumes as I haven’t been called anywhere for an interview. And then when I get back home, loads of housework are waiting for me. I get miss my world so much. In there, I have got three major things in plenty; LOVE, POWER and MONEY! Or at least I perceive them. I have a devastatingly handsome man for a husband, He’s tall and chivalrous with an internecine sweet smile! And we have three pretty little dolls who are always making noise in our chateau. And oh I have got HEALTH too. You know that comes with the wealth. I don’t have to espionage my weight, it’s done for me! My cooks prepare only the food chartered by my doctors and I’m in preposterously good shape. My world knows no un...

We did several things as kids to spawn some income. W e were so good ; Y ou would call us ‘ trickidstars ’ ! O ne day, at 3 years old, I sat at the back of the house and started crying . I was good at crying that anytime I wanted to, tears would never betray me . I needed not a reason to cry. Everything around me was a reason anyway. The scorching sunshine, the hunger, the loneliness - as friends were not yet back from school while others were forced to take naps in the afternoons among others.  Amidst  my cry, my friend ’ s father next door came across me and handed me a 50 sh note and crying was history. W e were a gang of three . I was the leader though the oldest was 6 years. We ran errands like delivering love letters between house boys and house maids in the area for the standard pay of 50 sh per delivery. It was too bad we couldn’t understand the content at the moment even if it must obviously have been written in Runyankole. We also did the purchasing of ...