My mind must work different from everyone else because when I hear something or even see something, it takes a while to process it the way it was supposed to be and I end up embarrassing myself. My mother has given me a puzzled look one too many times when she asks me to do something simple and I go and do an entirely complicated and convoluted act altogether. So recently I was thinking of my thought process from the time I was a child and I remembered this weird instance.

On my way to school one day, my aunt was sitting in the front seat and we were driving along fine until there was a screech of brakes and we stopped suddenly, narrowly avoiding an accident. So she asks the driver with a lot of anger, ‘where is he going?’. Sitting in the back seat I was completely puzzled. I looked at all the cars around me and thought maybe they have a banner that has their destination. But search as I might I couldn’t find it. For years I thought that when you sit in your car and head to say, Mbarara, everyone else on the road knows where you’re going. Because when my aunt asked that one question, I imagined this man driving the other car had neglected to put up his sign for where he is going. I thought maybe it was built in the car somehow the way that you indicate to show you’re turning, or brake lights come on when you’re stopping. I thought there was an indication at least of the direction you’re going. Silly right? But that’s how twisted my brain works. And I can’t really place at what point in my life I figured out that we don’t know where other cars are going and she just meant that as an exclamation.