Kampala dwellers have had a hand in curving out this belief in the minds of villagers. Those who live out of the city know that Kampala is the land of dreams and a ticket to this city is a solution to your financial problems.

 

Of course there could be opportunities in the city but it does not necessarily imply that all guys in there are wealthy, and damn rich.

 

A few yuppies and tycoons are not a sample worth using for generalization. There are vast majority of city residents who cannot afford a minimum living.

 

Many people in the city sleep in unhygienic hovels with about ten people living in one room. One meal a day is common place in the city with that very meal showing up by God's grace. 

 

But there is one unique behaviour about Kampala residents; they will always wear masks to hide who they are.

 

They are pretenders and like to show off. If it all means to fit into a function you don't have to worry as long as you are a city resident.

 

You can still have an option to borrow someone's status. In the city people, especially the youths, borrow and share clothes, shoes, phones, vehicles to 'steal the show'.

 

This is one thing village people have not noticed. Those of you who have attended village functions know what am talking about. 

 

People from Kamapala storm villages like glittering aliens from another planet. They are putting on the fancy attires (of course borrowed) to hoodwink the villagers that they are the Bill Gates of Kampala.

 

They pose around with latest mobile phones having cameras and will not mind obstructing people at the function in the name of taking pictures / photographs.

 

In fact every one from Kampala will become a camera man or woman at a function. They will blame all village shopkeepers for failing to have cold mineral water to quench their thirst, yet reality has it that back in Kampala they take Kaveera water which goes for not more than 100 shillings.  

 

In a convoy of 12 cars from Kampala rest assured that 10 cars have been borrowed and those who are driving them are not the owners much as they pose as owners.

 

Thank God that in Kamapala one must learn to drive even before dreaming of owning a car; someone will own a car even before putting up a shelter. What is the logic?

 

You can move around with your car to demonstrate riches but you cannot move with a house.

 

On numerous occasions people have hired cars on self-drive to dash to the villages and hold thanks-giving parties for the blessings God bestowed on them while in the city; you can't have a car and don't inform village people about it.

 

Kampala people are best known for losing their economic temper every time they go upcountry. Mbu traders at Namawojjoro, Lukaya and other similar high way trading centres stock the best of their merchandise for the city people who are known for buying more than what they need. 

 

Young village women will wait for that singular opportunity to host Kampala women on a function to copy the latest hair style. This is the very style they will do when Christmas shows up. 

 

It's true that villagers enjoy watching the city visitors more than following the function. They not only enjoy watching the dressing styles but also the cars and the behaviours of these people.

 

Imagine for the first time in history village people have started putting on sun glasses when going to dig. Their Kampala mentors have showed them that it is fashionable.

 

There is one thing village men hate about Kampala men; when they storm the village their magnetism pulls all beautiful village queens towards them. Kampala men promise village girls heaven and earth.

 

They are promised jobs in expensive shops and all sorts of imaginable things simply to have a night's sex expedition. 

 

Others take people's daughters to work as house girls hoping to exchange them for money to average city residents who need house keepers.

 

Am yet to be briefed if this is not human trafficking.

Next time you see your neigbour in Makindye taking a photograph on your house shade get to know that he is to send it to the village to show them his mansion in the city.