Memories of Growing Up in Jinja by Nazlin Rahemtulla

As a youngster, I especially adored shopping on the Main Street of Jinja. Simply strolling along the sidewalks was magic. We mingled with Indian women in their beautifully draped sarees of vibrant fuchsias, blues, and magentas; African ladies in gay gomezis and basutis (colourful native apparel); buttoned-down British matrons in conservative English clothing; African men riding to and fro on their bicycles; and Sikh gentlemen in neatly wound turbans.

Read excerpt of RSVP Rice and Stew Very Plenty: The Story of an Ismaili Girl’s Expulsion from Uganda and Acceptance in Canada at Simerg.com. Earlier related at Ismailimail.