During my time at Law Development Centre, my place of
habitation was Nana Hostel. Now Nana is a hub for foreign students, mainly
Somalis and Congolese. For the time I
stayed there I had a Congolese roommate who was doing a degree at Cavendish
University. He knew some English (just a few words) and a lot of Kiswahili. On
my part I knew a few French words and the furthest I could go in Kiswahili was
Habari- Muzuri.
Our communications were but for convenience because well,
destiny had brought us together into one room and like they say I had to stay
well and my neighbour also. Otherwise, there was no reason why we should have
talked to each other in the first place. We had nothing in common. He was
Congolese, I was Ugandan. He was at Cavendish University; I was at Law
Development Centre. He was pursuing an undergraduate Bachelors degree in I don’t
know what; I was pursuing a Post Graduate Diploma in Legal Practice.
