Straddling the Southern edge of Uganda, is that some French I hear below?

The Tuskers and Pilsners have given way to Niles and Eagles. Nairobi is a memory, Kabale is around me. And my mother, who laughs at the way the whole ordeal being recorded. We shall soon rocket away from the cyberworld, Until we teach a kid enough English to send him off on foot from the bush and into town with messages to type, blog entries will dry up for some time. So if one wants to know what we are doing, use one's imagination to discover.