Flashback
I sense doubt on his face.
He notes my ‘intelligent accent’ and diction. He looks at the wholeness of my body and my light brown skin complexion.
He is no longer that sure, I sense.
I cease the chance and add:
“It is best you leave me alone, because you don’t know the kind of trouble you shall be in if you insist on intimidating me.”
I take a step forward and walk away from him, swinging my bottom to the left and to the right, enjoying my walk.
Flummoxed, but needs to save face among other men in uniform watching, he shouts:
“This time I have let you go, but if you continue and do it again, next time you will have it rough.”
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Today’s Reality
As a child, I watched elders become tense as we approached an interaction with a man in uniform. Mostly those who manned the many so-called roadblocks that littered our homeland decades ago.
The kind of roadblocks President Museveni is known to have criticized saying: they don’t help in crime detection, but provide a fertile ground for corruption and delay movement of goods (Source).”
I never fully understood it then, but I do now, I think.
I am now legit scared of men in uniform.
As things are now, I think I wouldn’t do as I did five years ago. I mean, talk back at a man in uniform, outsmart him, and “walk away from him, swinging my bottom to the left and to the right…”
Gosh!
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