I’m sorry folks.
If you thought you’d come here for something mouthwatering, something utterly engaging and awfully unforgettable, I hope I don’t let you down. I hope I don’t leave you hanging by a twig, wondering what you just did here.
The truth is, I’m clueless. I don’t know what I’m about to write. Which means we are all going blind into this. I guess we can do this together. One thing for sure is, we shall get to the finish line unscathed. Maybe we will sharpen our other senses, like the sense of intuition. Just don’t lose focus yet. We are building onto something.
But if you feel like that’s it, you are done with this nonsense, you can’t go on any longer, you’d rather eat a bowl of broccoli and cauliflower than read further, I beg you to listen to this song: 194 Länder by Mark Forster.
This guy is a German pop artiste. 194 Länder gets me grooving and singing along to its hook. It’s the only line I know because all I have to say is, Lalalalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala. I don’t feel like a baby at all when I do that. I’m sure you’d do the same. I bet my plate of rice and spinach. That’s what I had for lunch by the way.
In 194 Länder, Mark Forster says things about my country and city. Explains why I’m glued to his music. If you are curious, forward to the 30th second. This is what you’ll hear.
„Ich war am Herzen Ugandas. Genoss die Wärme der Nächte Kampalas.“ (I was at the heart of Uganda. Enjoyed the warmth of Kampala’s nights.)
I hope you can find your tune and dance along to this song. Don’t be shy, sing along to it too. Because folks, this is how you end a useless story.