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Every evening rain parades onto Mbale in great fashion

Here at the Equator the sun sets soon all year around and life learned to follow it. We start work early and early in the night we finish. My Canadian pal and I have taken the habit to go decompress at a local bar, just around the corner from our house. Cozy Point is nothing more than an open garage with a fridge, a counter and oversize speakers that pump music well into the night; great music from time to time. There’s a large and quiet patio all around, tables and chairs are scattered on the dirt. We sat there with our cold Ugandan beer and a cigarette lit up, appreciating the thunderstorm moving in from mount Elgon before us. The rain spared the village but the lightnings were bright enough to bring time back a few hours each time they stroke. And they stroke for long, an hour, perhaps more. Mbale is placed at the edge of a plain that seems to have fallen from the sudden peak above. As the storm rolled over from the mountain, the lightnings spread over the horizon, growing dimmer and silent as they progressed through the plain to meet the waters of Lake Victoria where the eye couldn’t reach. Things taste somewhat differently down here and I am tuning in to them almost effortlessly. Learning to take pleasure from simple things is a repeated platitude of the West, but down here it seems to be a true and widespread rule that people don’t need to be reminded of. And, fortunately, it’s contagious.