Blogpost Sak, Johan, Bob and Diana

I would hereby like to announce that our group has succumbed to the dual pressure that is the project presentation and the Ugandan heat, and we have had a casualty. On the eve of April 15 Johan Casspe, barely 26 years of age, communicated that he felt unusually cold. As per standard procedure, no one paid attention. The next day, five minutes before our scheduled group work (and only chance to prepare for our presentation) he had developed a high fever and it was made clear that a malaria test was necessary; chaos ensued. 

While our group work disintegrated, Johan was to everyone’s relief declared Malaria free and put to bed-rest at the hostel, which luckily was hosting a philharmonic extravaganza in the common room beneath our’s, the likes of which none of the shy CBS students had experienced before. Though it has not yet been confirmed, there is a widespread belief that it was in fact the sweet lyrics “Yesu, Yesu” relentlessly working its way through the thick concrete walls that made Johan feel slightly better as the evening progressed. 

While I was equally impressed by the euphonious affair at St. John’s, I knew that even the best gospel could not produce the WiFi access I was craving; and so I prepared for the perilous journey to Silver Springs Hotel. After surviving multiple charging Boda Bodas, a scorching sun, and ppm 800, I arrived just in time for the sound check of what would be the most fine-tuned, accurate, and deafening cover band experience of my life. At the time of writing this blog post I was listening to a rendition of Toto’s “Africa”, played for me from the highly appropriate distance of two meters, and my soul calmed at the realization that tonight would be a emic musical experience, regardless of my choice of shelter. 

I am equally calm at the prospect of presenting our project unprepared tomorrow, together with an unspecified number of group members. Although I due to logistical reasons had to write this piece without the input of my group, I know I speak for everyone when I say we have had a truly mutual learning experience, and that we will all be very relieved to wrap up the project tomorrow. My battery life is now at 3%, the cover band is coming nearer, and the mosquitos are swarming. Should anyone find a place of undisturbed solitude in Kampala, please confirm and revert back to me as soon as possible.