l called him and he ignored me for no reason but l hope he won't regret it when we happen to meet in future but l'll always bet
It was a Monday when the sun was about to close it's eyes. l called and because l was only a youngster in love l confessed to him and he agreed to be my senior love.lt was when l was in my 9th grade, l came back from school l unexpectedly met him .
He was handsome, cute, intelligent and responding no hatred was found in him every girl in the town yearned for him his
name was Brian.
l also didn't know that he was the city's handsome, every girl would gaze at me gloomyly and l asked him if it was appropriate for me to be his lover but he said it was alright indeed our love began as a chaos but in the end it was the same l had never loved any one but l thought the way l love him was enough indeed they were all thoughts.
Every one at home asked me why l did change all over a sudden but the little did they knew l was in love. l didn't like bathing l started doing it regularly and l started wearing decently and rumors were spread about me l couldn't take it anymore l always wanted to talk to him but every time l used to talk in letters. l did every perfectly and each time l made a prosper l would tell him but no reply and l always wondered why but no much attention was given to it and l began sending to him my brother to ask him why he wasn't answering my letters but in the end he started hiding from me and at school my fellow candidates would tell their boyfriends to come to school to pick them but l had none. l went to him and asked him about the situation between us but no answer was l given . lt was one day when l went to him and asked him about the homework l was given and he called it me provoking him but l never minded l had always thought that it was only love and l asked my sister Sharki how love was at her side but no answer l got than a saying to look before you leap anyway. lt was the beginning of our separation indeed l thought he was grateful to have me as his lover but never expected to be his villain lover l was always wondering why he treated me like he doesn't love but l maintained my character as a stupid lover to him and he never knew that fate can also change.
when l had reached my 11th grade l met him again l thought l would call me and ask me how l had been living on but he treated me like a stranger but l also never minded that l managed to keep my good heart to him l was heart broken when l heard he joined peers l tried reaching him and sent my brother to him but he told him " l'll come there in the evening " l had never imagined that his lies were growing strong in me time came when my eyes were in the road always active and set the ground as my spy to alert me when he comes but in the end the strong Iies destroyed the clear mind in me and my sister told me to take him as a jerk but inside me l thought it was love and l always stood up for when others talked I'll about him but in the end he treated me like nothing to him every one warned me against falling in love when still in school but they thought they knew all my thinkings. l endured every mockery about me but he never care about me and in the end the affection that was between him and l was lost forever.
lt was Tuesday when the earth was about to close it's eyes and every creature was in a hurry not be late to it's residency, l called him he didn't answer me l thought maybe l could send my brother to deliver to him a message the little he knew about me made him to think he would meddle around and said to my brother " go and tell your sister l don't come to anyone's home" as his lover it hurted me so much but l never took it seriously but life is always full of mystery indeed l began my journey to education without any affairs l forgot to love l began behaving like an astray kid because l had left love behind me. l created an Tik Tok account and began as a little tik toker and succeeded in life l became what l wanted in life l gave respect to my mom's life and became a Midwife and in November l joined the Federation Army in Russia and l severed it for 6 years and l was sent as a representative to Europe in January l joined the Thai Federation and became it's first priority and President's favorite and when l was 26 years l joined the Hua wei company as it's secretary and it's cash cow and l was blessed in everything l did and nothing was hard on my side.
Hasifa adjusted the silk scarf around her neck, the cool autumn air of Seoul a stark contrast to the humid warmth she remembered from Iganga. The vibrant tapestry of Myeongdong buzzed around her, a symphony of Korean chatter, K-pop melodies spilling from storefronts, and the enticing aroma of street food. Beside her, Joon-ho’s hand gently squeezed hers, his familiar warmth a comforting anchor in this dazzling, foreign world.
Their love story had blossomed unexpectedly, a delicate flower pushing through the cracks of cultural differences and geographical distance. Hasifa, a bright and ambitious young woman from a close-knit Ugandan family, had received a scholarship to pursue her Master's degree in Public Health at Seoul National University. Joon-ho, a thoughtful and earnest South Korean architect, had been assigned as her language exchange partner during her initial months.
Their first encounters were tentative, punctuated by hesitant English, awkward silences, and the occasional burst of laughter over misinterpreted phrases. Hasifa struggled with the complex grammar of Korean, while Joon-ho’s attempts at Luganda were endearingly clumsy. Yet, beneath the linguistic hurdles, a quiet understanding began to form.
Joon-ho, with his gentle eyes and patient demeanor, became Hasifa’s guide to Seoul. He navigated the intricate subway system with her, introduced her to the fiery delights of kimchi jjigae, and patiently explained the nuances of Korean etiquette. Hasifa, in turn, shared stories of her life in Uganda – the vibrant colours of the Kitenge fabric, the rhythmic beat of the drums during village celebrations, the warmth of her family’s embrace.
Slowly, their shared experiences wove a delicate thread between them. They spent hours studying together in the hushed silence of the university library, their shoulders occasionally brushing. They explored the ancient beauty of Gyeongbokgung Palace, their whispers echoing through the serene courtyards. They hiked the scenic trails of Bukhansan National Park, their conversations flowing more freely amidst the breathtaking views.
It was during one of these hikes, as the golden hues of sunset painted the Seoul skyline, that Joon-ho confessed his feelings. His Korean was hesitant, his cheeks flushed, but the sincerity in his eyes transcended any language barrier. Hasifa’s heart fluttered, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the lingering summer heat. She had grown to admire his kindness, his intelligence, and the quiet strength that lay beneath his gentle exterior.
Their relationship deepened, a blend of Korean and Ugandan sensibilities. Joon-ho learned to appreciate the spicy flavors of Hasifa’s home cooking, her attempts at Korean dishes often resulting in hilarious culinary mishaps. Hasifa embraced the Korean culture with open arms, marveling at the respect for elders, the punctuality, and the vibrant nightlife. They celebrated Chuseok, the Korean harvest festival, with Joon-ho’s family, Hasifa feeling a pang of longing for her own loved ones back home. They also marked Eid al-Adha, Hasifa sharing the traditions of her faith with Joon-ho, who listened with genuine interest.
However, their cultural differences also presented challenges. Communication, despite their growing fluency, could still be fraught with misunderstandings. Joon-ho’s family, while welcoming, held traditional views and expressed subtle concerns about their son’s relationship with a foreigner from a distant land. Hasifa, too, sometimes felt the weight of being an outsider, the subtle stares and occasional insensitive remarks reminding her that she was different.
The greatest hurdle, however, was the distance that lay between their families. Joon-ho had never traveled outside of South Korea, and the idea of visiting Uganda felt both exciting and daunting. Hasifa’s family, while supportive of her education, struggled to fully grasp the reality of her relationship with someone so far away, from a culture so different. Phone calls and video chats helped bridge the gap, but the longing for physical presence remained.
As Hasifa neared the end of her Master’s program, the question of their future loomed large. Returning to Uganda seemed the natural course for her, to contribute her newly acquired knowledge to her community. But the thought of leaving Joon-ho filled her with a deep ache. Joon-ho, deeply rooted in Seoul with his burgeoning architectural career and his family, wrestled with the idea of leaving his homeland.
They spent countless nights talking, their voices hushed in the quiet of their small apartment overlooking the Han River. They weighed the pros and cons, their love for each other a constant in their deliberations. Could they bridge the geographical divide? Could they navigate the expectations of their families and societies?
Joon-ho, ever the pragmatist, began researching international job opportunities in Uganda. Hasifa explored the possibility of working for international organizations based in Seoul. They knew it wouldn’t be easy, but the thought of a future apart was unbearable.
One crisp autumn afternoon, as they strolled through the vibrant foliage of Namsan Park, Joon-ho stopped, turning to face Hasifa. He held both her hands in his, his gaze earnest. “Hasifa,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination, “I don’t want to imagine my life without you. I will go wherever you go. Uganda, Seoul, anywhere, as long as we are together.”
Tears welled up in Hasifa’s eyes, a mixture of relief and overwhelming love. She squeezed his hands tightly. “And I, Joon-ho, my heart belongs with you. We will find a way. We will build our future together, no matter the distance.”
Their decision was met with a mix of emotions from their families. Joon-ho’s parents, though initially hesitant, were moved by their son’s unwavering love and began to research Ugandan culture with newfound interest. Hasifa’s family, while sad at the thought of her staying so far away, were comforted by Joon-ho’s commitment and the evident happiness in their daughter’s voice during their calls.
The following months were a whirlwind of planning and preparation. Joon-ho secured a remote architectural consulting position that would allow him to work from anywhere. Hasifa finalized her thesis and began applying for public health roles in international organizations with a presence in both Uganda and South Korea.
Finally, the day arrived when they stood at Incheon International Airport, ready to embark on their next chapter. The farewells had been tearful but filled with blessings. As the plane soared above the clouds, leaving the glittering cityscape of Seoul behind, Hasifa leaned her head on Joon-ho’s shoulder, a sense of anticipation and quiet joy filling her heart.
Their first few months in Uganda were an adventure. Joon-ho embraced the vibrant chaos of Kampala, the bustling markets, the friendly faces. He learned to navigate the boda-bodas (motorcycle taxis) with a mix of trepidation and amusement, and his attempts at Luganda, though still imperfect, brought smiles to the faces of Hasifa’s family
