Arrest me on sight
Sep 10, 2009
FORGET Westernisation, the hands that get to you in private should indeed touch you in private. Why do these hands all of a sudden want to get familiar in public?
By Alex Balimwikungu
FORGET Westernisation, the hands that get to you in private should indeed touch you in private. Why do these hands all of a sudden want to get familiar in public?
A big handclap for couples who keep a respectable distance and walk in single file, five metres ahead of your spouse? You are my heroes.
Uganda is a puritanical society bound by the limits of public propriety. I do not remember my grandfather, kissing, cuddling or hugging my grandmother.
Often times, he parted her gently on the head and even my young mind was able to decode they were on cloud nine!
You have heard of a propertied city mogul and former football club chairman, whose overt display of affection with his legislator wife earned him the title “Honourableâ€.
That is about the only Ugandan I can excuse. He played his cards well. He basks in the glory of legislator status.
True, some couples are more affectionate than others but you would rather shoot me than catch me in a passionate kiss.
I do not mind if you grab my hand in public for one second, but to latch onto me just to declare we are a couple invites a beating!
As a greeting, kissing or pecking should never be a standard in a relationship. I believe it is nice to do things for each other, but watching two adults feed each other in public is enough to upset the strongest of stomachs.
I would not mind fetching you drinks from the bar or giving you my jacket on a cold night, but to feed you… NEVER!
I would make 1,000 ‘I love you’ declarations in private, not every five minutes just because your friends are within ear shot! If you hear me blurt out, “I love you†to any lady in public, know my time for a mental check-up has arrived.
FORGET Westernisation, the hands that get to you in private should indeed touch you in private. Why do these hands all of a sudden want to get familiar in public?
A big handclap for couples who keep a respectable distance and walk in single file, five metres ahead of your spouse? You are my heroes.
Uganda is a puritanical society bound by the limits of public propriety. I do not remember my grandfather, kissing, cuddling or hugging my grandmother.
Often times, he parted her gently on the head and even my young mind was able to decode they were on cloud nine!
You have heard of a propertied city mogul and former football club chairman, whose overt display of affection with his legislator wife earned him the title “Honourableâ€.
That is about the only Ugandan I can excuse. He played his cards well. He basks in the glory of legislator status.
True, some couples are more affectionate than others but you would rather shoot me than catch me in a passionate kiss.
I do not mind if you grab my hand in public for one second, but to latch onto me just to declare we are a couple invites a beating!
As a greeting, kissing or pecking should never be a standard in a relationship. I believe it is nice to do things for each other, but watching two adults feed each other in public is enough to upset the strongest of stomachs.
I would not mind fetching you drinks from the bar or giving you my jacket on a cold night, but to feed you… NEVER!
I would make 1,000 ‘I love you’ declarations in private, not every five minutes just because your friends are within ear shot! If you hear me blurt out, “I love you†to any lady in public, know my time for a mental check-up has arrived.