Went to Kimironko Market and returned with a fat cock. Was all singing praises of Rwandans in rearing chicken, until the landlord came...
Whatever he said did not discourage me from enjoying my chicken. The landlord said touching chicken would make me catch bird flu, but what is bird flu? Or did he actually mean bad flu?
Woke up today and the first thing that came to mind is of Nasser Sebagala, a.k.a Seya, a man who smiles more than he breathes and murders the Queen’s language more than he smiles. This man is a two-time former mayor of Ugandan capital, Kampala. I laughed aloud while leaving bed this morning, thanks to Seya.
Mama Baby asks why I woke up laughing hysterically yesterday, so I tell her it was about Seya. When asked how the city council planned to deal with bird flu, he said, “Flu is flu, whether good or bad, we shall just deal with it.”
Isn’t Seya some species? Why should I care about flu when I need to enjoy chicken? A man must first belch before worrying about paracetamol.
Wikipedia says bird flu is Avian influenza, a viral infection spread from bird to bird, whose deadly strain, H5N1, affects humans.
I hear, since the first human case in 1997, H5N1 has killed about 60 per cent of the people who have been infected. No more birds, at least, not the ones with wings!