Elizabeth Nagudi, Author at Big Foot Athletes

The Dead Hens: Black Tax

I arrived in Kampala during the evening rush hour. The taxi was headed to the taxi park downtown, so I didn’t have to go all that far since we passed through Kireka, and I would connect to Kira from there. We stopped opposite the Total Petrol Station (that busy junction) and began the process of offloading all my luggage and chicken. A man appeared from nowhere and imposed himself as the porter of the stage.

I vividly told him off, “Ssebo, ndeka!”

Facing the Fragility of Life: Saving Barbra’s Eyesight

Nothing prepares you for this adulthood phase, where our bodies start to feel things we can’t explain and medical bills become part of our budgets.

Devil’s Lake: A Town Run by Angels

Once the school year started, the basketball year started. Unfortunately, I was still recovering from my right leg ACL surgery and wasn’t cleared to play. Fast forward, once I was cleared to play, I tore my left ACL. My life crushed. I didn’t have a great roommate or a close friend. I felt lonely. I was then less of a crybaby, but I felt like I was one of God’s forgotten kids.

African Sports and Juju

So I asked him, “Why did you leave?” He told me about the stories of juju in the league. The funniest story was during a heated-up final game series where the opponents were believed to have smeared some form of juju at the entrance to the arena. When his team was tipped off, they were all mandated to enter the arena through a window. I laughed so hard at the superstitious idea.

The Sun Doesn’t Sleep Here

Three and a half hours later, I suddenly drifted out of slumberland. As soon as I opened my eyes, the strong sun rays forced me to blink endlessly. The coach noticed I was back to life and announced, “We are in Devil’s Lake.” I instinctively responded, “We have arrived so early,”
He smiled and said, “It’s almost 8:00 pm.”