The day started out cold and rainy. All Linda could think of were the excuses people would be making to cut work or make their way out of appointments back at home.
She found a colleague and they set off for the train station.
Controller at the train station : Are you Kenyan?
Linda: No, Ugandan
Guy: *In heavy British accent* Ogamba ki?
Linda: *Wide grin* Gendi mani….
The ride to the University was smooth and fast.
The venue for the ‘new’ student’s meeting was a bevy of activity as Linda settled in her seat.
She said hello to her neighbour who happened to be Australian. As they got to talking he asked her if she knew the singer Roberto and if he was from Uganda 😀
Linda: The one who sang ‘amarula?’
Him: Yes! Is he Ugandan?
Linda: I wish. He is Zambian
Him: I love that song!
Great ice breaker. Before long, they were catching up like old friends.
With a few hours to spare before the next session, Linda and her friends took a stroll to pick up their student IDs. The campus seems to have a new building that pops up every other minute.
At the orientation, the group had been told about a gentleman who serves free lunch daily and had been toying with the idea of trying it out. Free food in London? Why not?! Some of the other students were sceptical but Linda was happy to try anything at least once.
By 12pm, the queue was filling up. They were curious about the food for that day’s serving and quickly joined in.
It turned out to be rice, some bread, mushroom sauce and even strawberries! (for dessert perhaps?) The portions were quite big too. Best of all, it was hot!
Daniel, by far the funniest guy in the lot, started to exclaim that he would not buy any food for as long as he was at the University. He started mapping out a route in which he would head to school daily, with or without lectures just for the food. Daniel even vowed to get a seat in the library with perfect view of the serving area so as to arrive on time.
This is the same guy who earlier said he had plain ugali (posho) for breakfast that day because he was unsure when his next meal would come 😀
Linda could not get over the guy who cooks and serves this food and made a mental note to get him to tell his story, at a later stage. If this happens, we get to ‘hear’ it here 🙂
More next time.