Ugandan weather is schizophrenic to say the least. We were taught in primary school that unlike temperate lands, we were blessed (or cursed) with only 2 seasons; the dry and the rainy season. I am yet to experience any of the two in their absolute form. Don’t get me wrong, I love our weather. It is never too hot and never too cold. And I hear you asking; where were you last month when it was 31 degrees? Well thankfully I was in Kampala and not in Phalodi, India, where it can reach up to 51 degrees; the type of heat that would make Father Lokodo show up in Parliament in the very same mini skirt he so loathes. So yes, be grateful.

What this means however, is that one can never depend on the weather for planning. It is useless wearing a sweater (especially over that un-ironed or stained shirt that you like but whose collar is the only one you can afford to show to the world) when you leave the house in in the morning because it will be scorching hot by midday and then you will be forced to reveal your transgressions to the rest of the world when you can’t take the heat anymore and alas the sweater must come off.

I love wearing shorts and sandals over the weekend but even this is proving to be a problem as I was harshly reminded on Saturday afternoon when it literally rained on my parade. Then there is the issue of giving your car that much needed wash because it looks like it has just taken a mud bath. No sooner have you left the car wash on this bright sunny morning, than the heavens let loose and give you a complementary wash, of course coupled with the muddy splashes that ensue. Such times force me to look for the silver lining in spite of having lost my precious pennies to the washing bay proprietor; at least I am not driving a Vitz and therefore I won’t drown in a puddle.

The weather here is so hormonal that even our friends at the meteorological department in Entebbe have been embarrassed one too many times with their near miss forecasts. One would think it is run by Steve Harvey.

The weather in all its uncertainty, blowing hot, blowing cold and sometimes blowing both ways at the same time, says a lot about life as it is. Change is the only constant; all else will change. Some of us like sunny days and others love staying wrapped up under covers when it rains, and when they eventually step out, they are dressed in trench coats and head socks on these here streets of Kampala. The rain pours joy their way and to a slight extent dampens their sanity too (who dresses like that in the tropics?). But what happens when the weather doesn’t favour your preference? Do you stay home and wait it out? Do you go out and sulk all day; talking about how your skin complexion is suddenly 50 shades darker?

In life, as has often been said, we must hope for the best but expect the worst and whatever comes our way, make the most of it. We live in a time when certainty is a luxury (President Trump anyone?) and volatility is the norm. Our very existence is shrouded in ambiguity and yet we are expected to continue existing. We are expected to plan our lives based on variables and not constants. Variables that are many times undefined.

Sadly, this is what it has come to and this is what it is. But fortunately also, this also means that you can easily find yourself on the good side of fortune more often and perhaps even sooner that you expect. As humans we are creatures of habit and get comfortable in routine. We therefore hate it when we are faced with new and unfamiliar situations, people or trends. But Change is good. It forces us to experience new things; some good and some bad, but at the end of the day It changes you for the better.

When a sailor sets out to sea, he plans for both good and bad tides. He never relents in regards to his final destination but will alter course whenever he needs to. It is his flexibility along the course of his journey that allows him to get to shore. He may not be dry; he may be battered by the winds of change and drenched by the storms of uncertainty, but his malleability to the circumstances and fastidiousness in his resolve gets him ashore.

Plan for change because it is the only thing in life that will never change and when it does come, change you must or die you will!

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