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Mirror, mirror on the wall…
So it was the people of Uganda that really mattered. They looked up to us. They have been through a very hard time after Amin. They deserve our respect and understanding. Dara’s outburst had sent the Indian packing home but did not resolve the issue. Why should the antics of a mad man cause such a rift in our minds?
Idi Amin was approaching his bedroom. It had been a tiring day. They were saying in the streets that the Asians had started leaving…"Why do these fakkas want to leave so suddenly?” he asked himself. " I had only told them very casually that they could leave if they did not want to integrate!” Amin then looked at himself in his bathroom mirror. He stood back with horror when he saw a grey face looking at him with steam coming out of its ears. Amin was terrified. He looked again and saw that the face had been smiling at him. “Heh, Heh! That pictcha is meeh,” he concluded meekly.
Suddenly he shouted, “Where is the Singha-Singha?” meaning his Sikh fundi – the techie or wizard who had looked after the house. “That bugger can repair anything. He knows, I mean everyyythnig, everything- electrics, plumbing, car mechanics and radios” thought Amin,
“But he has not fixed my bathroom light”. And now this face in the mirror was making faces at him. Amin shouted for help. A night watchman came slowly to the door. Amin turned around and shouted,"I asked for Mr Singh, not you. Now go and get him”. Idi Amin’s respect for the Sikh had led him to address his favourite fixer as “Mr Singh”.
The guard replied,” Sah, the singh mann has gone. He left for India two days ago”. Amin was full of rage. He had not expelled Mr Singh…why did he go as well? Amin was convinced that the Sikh had been brainwashed by the British. They had lured him away with promises of land outside London. Noh, I have an idea, he thought.
So it was the people of Uganda that really mattered. They looked up to us. They have been through a very hard time after Amin. They deserve our respect and understanding. Dara’s outburst had sent the Indian packing home but did not resolve the issue. Why should the antics of a mad man cause such a rift in our minds?
Idi Amin was approaching his bedroom. It had been a tiring day. They were saying in the streets that the Asians had started leaving…"Why do these fakkas want to leave so suddenly?” he asked himself. " I had only told them very casually that they could leave if they did not want to integrate!” Amin then looked at himself in his bathroom mirror. He stood back with horror when he saw a grey face looking at him with steam coming out of its ears. Amin was terrified. He looked again and saw that the face had been smiling at him. “Heh, Heh! That pictcha is meeh,” he concluded meekly.
Suddenly he shouted, “Where is the Singha-Singha?” meaning his Sikh fundi – the techie or wizard who had looked after the house. “That bugger can repair anything. He knows, I mean everyyythnig, everything- electrics, plumbing, car mechanics and radios” thought Amin,
“But he has not fixed my bathroom light”. And now this face in the mirror was making faces at him. Amin shouted for help. A night watchman came slowly to the door. Amin turned around and shouted,"I asked for Mr Singh, not you. Now go and get him”. Idi Amin’s respect for the Sikh had led him to address his favourite fixer as “Mr Singh”.
The guard replied,” Sah, the singh mann has gone. He left for India two days ago”. Amin was full of rage. He had not expelled Mr Singh…why did he go as well? Amin was convinced that the Sikh had been brainwashed by the British. They had lured him away with promises of land outside London. Noh, I have an idea, he thought.
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