Sunday January 27 2013

Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest?

By Grace Atuhaire

When I received a letter confirming that I was to move to Nairobi, I gave out a big sigh, knowing that at last, I was done with trying to be part of the Kampala girls. The way everyone tries to dress to impress, the makeup, the fake hairstyles and fake nails and the list goes on and on!

I thought Nairobi girls would be very sophisticated and complicated to understand!

I knew looks was not an issue until my colleagues and I went out for coffee at the Junction in Westlands and I felt like Kampala again.

Everywhere I turned to rest my eyes, there was a girl with something fake on her body and now I knew dressing to impress was not a Kampala disease but an East African kind.

Sarah - who confesses to have been a tomboy and still struggling to adopt dressing up appropriate to the Nairobi standards - warns me that unless I want to keep associating with no one, I have to change my looks to the Tyra Banks style. At the end of the day, if one wants attention to the brains, first impressions may either ruin one or make self.

I then started taking notes!
When I asked what business I could start venturing into - and of course I was thinking about the New Oil discovered, the real estate and all the kinds of business, Sarah looked at me in awe and groaned before she said, “Why do you think the Uhurus are into Tea business?” We laughed.

To change the subject, I asked her about the recommendations she would have for me before accepting or attempting to date a Kenyan man. That is when she asked, “Grace, why would you leave Ugandan men for the Kenyan ones?” She added, “You Ugandan girls are used to too much romance. Here you get none. Your men have spoiled you and so Kenyan men are not easy.”

I remembered reading about a statistics that ranked Ugandan Men higher than other East African men as far as love was concerned. But before I could rest my case, a gentleman who was seated behind us excused himself and Sarah and I had his attention. He said he had overheard talking us talking about Ugandans over Kenyans and he confessed that he loved Ugandan Women.

Sarah’s eyes met mine in awe and we smiled. The gentleman, who later on introduced himself as David, added that he was married while pointing at his ring on his figure. And with a groan on his face, said that he would give anything to get a Ugandan woman because he has heard from his friends that they are caring and very romantic.

We left the junction when we had agreed that socially, Ugandans are a big market to Kenyans. So who is exploiting the potential? Have your Guess!