The Sunday market

Don’t you just love it when a title forms itself? 🙂
I have been planning to check out the Sunday market on Luwum street since its inception many months ago. Sunday is such a tricky day, when it is not a completely lazy, family-filled one, it is occupied by chores, leaving no room for extensive movement.
I finally made it today!
After church, I thought I would take a nice stroll but the sun had other plans, then I decided a quiet taxi ride would be a decent plan B, there was none in sight. But why?! I was avoiding boda bodas. I need a day off from them but alas! I had to settle for one.
Upon arrival, I bumped into my friend, Ruth’s mom. She didn’t even have an idea what was happening as she was simply passing through. Her cheer set the pace for me and I happily checked out the selection of items on sale thereafter.
It is quieter and more ‘peaceful’ than shopping downtown but busier than an average mall. I thonk it also depends what time you go (or time of the month?)
I was looking for work out clothes, bottoms mostly. However, I started to notice that I needed 432 other things as I walked around. Thankfully, I did not have much money so it was easy to control any unnecessary urges.
I did get some pairs of socks and vests but the unbearable heat made it difficult for me to search further for more items on my list. It did not help that I was still a bit tired and hungry too.
I am always amused by the gentlemen who chant, make up songs for their merchandise and generally spice up the shopping experience (or annoy you depending on the mood) This particular one had ladies tops at 2,000 shillings. (Yes, seriously..hurry) He called upon passers-by, shooed men away (unless they were shopping for their wives) and then mentioned he had tops even for women as ‘big and shapeless as cows.’ Eh! At this point I walked by faster.

Photo : Google
Photo : Google

My favourite spot was definitely this particular stall that had handmade bags. The gentleman was quite calm and friendly too. Earlier on in the week, I had seen a laptop bag I liked (African print) although I did not want to purchase it without checking out a few other places. The solution was right before me! Bashir (who actually makes the bags) showed me around and his asking price was Ugx 10,000 lower than the other shop. I asked how much he sold them at his shop and he mentioned they charge an extra 5,000. His rate today was specifically for the market. Not one to miss an opportunity to bargain, I convinced him to lower his price a bit more. Finally, I purchased it at Ugx 15,000 less than shop X. It’s quite pretty and I finally get to return the one I’d borrowed from a friend and become too comfortable with. *Win*
Meanwhile, I got Bashir’s number in case you are interested. I contemplated ordering a custom made bag with specific colours but I feared these shillings would be no more by then. He also makes school bags, clothes, hand bags, shoes and more. I am always happy to support young Ugandan entrepreneurs like Bashir. I’ll definitely send people his way.
Now that I have a good idea what to expect, I am sure I shall come back on another day with full armour, hat, umbrella, shades (depending on the weather that day)
Most traders have clothes (for children and adults), bags, shoes,hats, scarves..If you have time, there is definitely potential to snatch some good buys.
Did I mention the music? Yes, you can sing along as you shop. That was definitely a plus for me, considering I went alone. The guy who speaks over the music, mmh, not so much.
There was no cat calling, pulling and shoving (the things that make me loathe the downtown shopping experience) until I made for the exit. Mr. sir tried to convince me to look at his dresses. I was too tired and my forehead could have easily fried at least one egg at that point. I politely told him I wasn’t interested and continued to walk. He grabbed my hand and held on till my wrists began to hurt.
I must have used every synonym for ‘leave me’ when he finally let go. It was at this point that he said “Okay, before you go, what’s your facebook user name?” Haha,what? I could NOT deal!
I recommend that you support these Ugandans. Yes, even that guy.
The market is open from 8 a.m to 6 pm.

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