Two things I have had to get used to very quickly here, the first is being laughed at and second is the different way size is viewed.
As you learn Luganda, one of the dialects found in
I say “I’ll bet you a Rolex (fried egg wrapped with a chapatti) that…” – and here I was cut off.
“Angela,” he said, “I don’t eat Rolexs, they will make me fat.”
“But I eat them all the time and I am only a little fat,” I reply.
I wait for the typical North American response to calling myself fat. And I wait. And wait. And wait.
There was clearly no response coming, so I launch into the concept of fishing for compliments and how western women want to hear they are not overweight, but look lovely.
I explain that I want him to say – “no you are not fat.”
“Oh,” he says, “You want me to lie.”
“No, that is not the point; it’s just the way it works.”
“But you are fat,” he says. I know he isn’t being mean and in fact I could take it as a compliment.
But I still can’t hear “you are fat” as positive so I tell him again how I really would prefer hearing that I am not large and jokingly add maybe I should be looking for another driver.
We finally reach an agreement that I am a good size and many Ugandan men would like the traditional built women.
Good thing, I was getting ready to swear off Rolexs for good, which is problematic as they are an excellent & cheap fast food option.
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