I’m back in Kampala.
We didn’t end up going to the Big Brother eviction party. My boss had a terrible bout of morning sickness in the evening so we stayed in, watched E! and ate popcorn. I could happily sit and watch reality television for the entire day. Regardless of whether it might be scripted or exaggerated for the camera I love watching other people go about their crazy lives.
This very unnecessary work trip was just what my wardrobe needed. I’d spend the morning at workshops, the afternoon at the mall and the evenings listening to my boss run through her and baby’s options for the hundredth time. A small price to pay for a hefty per diem and business class ticket. I arrived in SA with one pair of shoes and two outfits. I left with two suitcases. Joy!
I didn’t see Thembie again. She left a basket of fruit at the reception for me and another invitation to join her and her friends at a fashion event. I threw the fruit in the garbage. It could have been a kind gesture, it also could have been an attempt to give me dysentery. I wasn’t about to take any chances. As much as I was not willing to hang out with her, I also didn’t want to be rude so I called her to say thank you and lied about having to go to a work event on the same night as the fashion show. Her response: ‘no worries babe, we’ll catch up when I’m in Kampala next month’. Then she hung up.
What would Thembie be doing in Uganda. The only Ugandans she knows are Luke, his family and me. Who would she be coming to see? What would she be coming to do? I knew she was up to something!