One day one of my boys approached me and asked to speak privately. “Aunt, I am concerned for teacher Rebekah. When we sing the national anthem she should not be moving. She must stand still. If a soldier saw her he would shoot her. Please Aunt, tell teacher Rebekah to not move for the song.”
Noted. Stand still while anthem is sung. Also, don’t sing along because we are not Ugandans. I am going to type the lyrics out, and try desperately not to hum along… MOLLIE: STOP READING HERE (and be on the look out for soldiers- don’t sing!!)
Oh Uganda, May God uphold thee, We lay our future in thy hands. United free for liberty, together we all will stand.
Now the song, as stated earlier, is catchy, but the funny thing is all the hard “t” and the tricky “th” sounds. Essentially the whole school sounds like it has a lisp each time the song is sung.
OK MOLLS, You can come back.
Again, as I mentioned before, non Ugandans are not supposed to sing the song… so we have to catch ourselves throughout the day. Why? Because when dearest Molls was living with us, each time we came across something illogical, poorly thought out, not complete, or just plain weird, she would sigh, and say, “Oh Uganda”… And as our days are filled with illogical, poorly thought out, not complete, or just plain weird interactions / discoveries, the days are also filled with “Gaah! STOP SINGING IT! SHHHHH (Bang, flick, slam- anything to make the offending party hush)” I think here it should be noted that I am usually the offending party, I suffer from the inability not to sing out loud whatever song is currently playing through my mind; which, much to Rebekah’s consternation, is pretty much all day long. (I am trying to sing really quietly though. And I can’t whistle the songs cause everyone knows that if a girl whistles she will grow a beard. They don’t know I am Italian, the beard thing is probably inevitable)
Such is life in this place we call…. Uganda.
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