By Markson Omagor
By Markson Omagor
The following day, we were again served posho and beans. The mood inside the Ward was good and this was summed up by my friend and neighbor, the Mutooro guy. He kept telling whoever cared to listen that today he was a happy man because he was going to eat posho. He said posho would make him satisfied unlike the ‘ebiatakuri’ that only made a common visitor to the toilets. He actually promised to seven blocks and I was not surprised. This Mutooro friend of mine seemed to have one vengeance- food.
That evening I decided to pass time by learning how to make hand bags out of papyrus leaves. It was my cathetered neighbor on the left who became my teacher. The first lesson was to cover the tied leaves with rolls of polythene strips. It involved turning the strips around the coiled papyrus leaves. This I did to the satisfaction of my neighbor. In a show of gratitude, he promised to make one for the person I loved most. We then played the card game to while away time as Odongo, the Ward RP who had also become my chief Chef prepared or rather organized for our supper.
At 9:00PM, lights were switched off and as a rule all activity (s) including conversations stopped. We slept or so you would imagine considering that everyone lay down and quietly. I can’t tell the time I slept off but am sure of one thing, it was late, very late.
When I was enjoying my late sleep, something suddenly woke me up. There was an impulsive activity on my left and when I woke up in a startle, something like a cupful of water splashed towards my bed. I got up quickly only to see my cathetered neighbor struggling to gather what was left of the urinal bag. This attempt ensured that much of what remained poured in the middle of his bed.
It was only then that it dawned on me that what poured on my bed was actually urine, an old man’s urine! Disgust is an understatement, disappointment over a rude and unpleasant disturbance of a hard fought sleep is what I felt.
I did not sleep there after until I went for a short call and found the Ward RP weaving a basket. He was in the toilet because that was the only place where lights remained on. I requested him to allow me spend the rest of the night on his bed and he accepted. I woke up for the morning’s Lock Up on a bed not mine.