J.4, PharmD

I’m supposed to take this to my grave but..😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 during my relationship with this girl, one time she called me and said she feels like doing something adventurous so we should go on a cake date. I asked myself what’s adventurous about going on a cake date but I was like okayy cool no yawa. So by close of work, she came to pick me up from the office and we headed straight to the bakery. Before we got there she said “Santo just play along” I was like what are you talking about and she said, “Santorini just play along”. I kept my cool and followed her. When we got to the counter, she told the lady we are about to get married and we would like to order a wedding cake but first, we would like to try their flavors... my jaw just dropped😂😂 I was about to deny it and she gave me some eye eerrhh😂. Luckily, the lady didn’t notice, so we sat down and were served various cakes in different flavors. After tasting them, my girlfriend showered the baker with praise, telling her it was the best cake she had ever eaten. She even told the baker that we would return with our own custom design. The baker was thrilled because my partner told her our budget for the cake was N900k. That was how we managed to have a "cake date" without paying a cent. The cake was actually quite good; however, a week after that date, she began acting strange. She rarely answered my calls and was very slow to reply to my messages. Whenever I asked to see her, she offered flimsy excuses. I was deeply hurt, and every time I complained, she just came up with more excuses. One day, while I was walking through town, I spotted the baker. I tried to hide, but she saw me and approached. She asked if we had enjoyed the wedding cake and said she hoped that what they delivered was exactly what we had ordered. I was completely confused because I had no idea what she was talking about. She then added that my "wife" had come in with her brother a week prior to show them the design they wanted, and that someone had picked it up that Saturday. I played along and said it was really nice and that everyone...

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My friend flew back to the UK yesterday.. No airport photos. No farewell party. Just an evening flight out of Entebbe, touching down in the UK around 7am — quietly, like she was never really here. A year ago, she went home buzzing with hope. London had ground her down. The cold, the loneliness, the bills that never stopped. She missed Kampala. The noise, the warmth, the feeling of belonging somewhere. I understood that feeling — I'm still here in the UK myself, and some days Uganda feels like the only answer. But missing home and actually living in it are two different things. The power cuts hit first. She'd be working and the lights would just vanish. Not for an hour — for two days. No warning, no reason given. Then Entebbe Road started stealing her mornings. Out of the house at 5am, sitting in traffic until 9, already tired before anything had even started. Then a boda-boda knocked into her. Clearly his fault. But she looked like she had money, so the crowd had already made up their mind. The police weren't much better — they looked at her and saw an opportunity, not a victim. Every conversation had an invisible price attached to it... nobody looked at what actually happened — they just looked at her and saw a transaction. Every conversation came with a price tag. She tried to start something small in Kikuubo. People took advantage. Faces she trusted disappeared with her money. The jobs she interviewed for offered salaries that couldn't cover her basics — like her years of experience abroad counted for nothing. Then came the family pressure. The same people who celebrated her return started knocking every day. And when the money wasn't there, the comments started: "So UK didn't work out?" UK yakulema ehhhh "You came back for this?" That hit differently. Because in London, yes — she was lonely. I know that loneliness too. But it's a straightforward loneliness. In Kampala she was surrounded by people and somehow felt more alone, because most of them only saw what she could give them. So she left. No big goodbye. Just packed her bags and got on that evening flight. Back to the cold, back to the struggle — but at least it's a struggle with some order to it. At least you know where you stand. I'm not saying this to attack Uganda. I say it as someone who is also sitting in the UK, also missing home, also wondering if the grass is actually greener or if I'm just tired of winter. Most of us who leave don't stop loving home. We just get honest about what home is asking us to carry. So before you judge someone for going back — or for never leaving — just know the decision is never simple.