"Hey Muzungu, how are you?""I am well, how are you?"
"Fine fine, I am well! Thank you Muzungu"
"Will you have a good day?"
I do not exaggerate. People continuously walk up and talk with you, call to you as they pass by, even approach to shake your hand. I have been fist bumping and high-fiving continuously since I arrived. People even whistle to you from afar, from on top of a building or a tower, and wave and yell at you. When you wave back they shout in appreciation. All they seem to want is recognition and respect.
It begs the question: why are the Lugandans, who have suffered the predations of British Colonialism, two genocidal dictators (most of you know about Idi Amin who killed about 2/3 of a million people, he was displaced by Mbote who killed about 300k), and then finally the crazy atrocities of The Lords Resistance Army, not to mention the constant undermining of their efforts by a corrupt government, why are they such a happy, good natured people? Surely they have as much right as anyone to be angry and resentful to the world. But no, they are the sweetest, friendliest people I have ever met.