Thursday, April 2, 2009

Malooo...Kyalooo

Apart from taking me to her children's school and Buckingham Palace where I saw two-foot guards from the Household Division marching around (the ones that wear scarlet tunics and tall black fur caps known as bearskins), the Victoria Memorial sculpture in front of the palace, my former boss’ wife offered me an unforgettable walking tour of central London.

She walked me through the Piccadilly Circus, Oxford Street (where I saw many famous shops and restaurants), Regent Street, St. James Park, and then we entered St James' Palace to visit her friend whose husband is a chef at Buckingham Palace. Her friend also used to work there as one of Princess Diana’s maids or something.

It was surreal to be so close to the walls and rooms that had witnessed parts of royal history.

We had met her friend at their children’s school, then she invited us to her place for tea. She had to inform the guards at the gate about our coming, or else they would not have let us in. Security at royal residences is understandably tight, and seeing the protocol in action gave me a glimpse of how the monarchy's world works — layered, precise, and protected.

St. James is still a working palace though the monarchy has not lived there in quite some time. I got to see where Prince Charles and his sons live. I hear the palace is also home to Princess Alexandra and housed the Queen Mother until her death just a few years ago. I also saw two guards from the Household Division in front of one of the gates at St. James Palace.

Then, just as we were getting out of her friend's house, my former boss’ wife said, “Samali, look behind you.” What I saw was quite a sight. There was a large group of foot guards standing outside. They were all clad in their scarlet tunics but without their bearskins and they were staring at us. They are responsible for the safety and protection of the Sovereign at Buckingham and St James' Palaces.

It was one of those moments where time feels paused — a brush with tradition that made me stand still. I couldn’t help but wonder what they saw when they looked at us: visitors, civilians, outsiders stepping briefly into their guarded world.

From there, we visited the church where her husband works. It is next to BBC World Service. She bought me an Oyster card and explained how it works, but I wonder if I will have the courage to do so on my own.

The city moves so quickly, and even small things like public transport can feel intimidating. But that card — handed to me with kindness — felt like a key to independence.

I am supposed to have visited some art gallery this afternoon, but instead I ended up at an internet cafe where I put up this post, yet I could have done this free of charge at their house. But maybe I needed this little corner to be alone with my thoughts, to absorb everything I'd seen, and to write — to remember it all while it was still fresh.

7 comments:

the emrys said...

socks!!

Ugandan girl said...

looks like you are having the time of your life...kati when do we link up...?

Samali Mudamuli Ntikita Ntikita said...

Emrys: Not much for socks though.

Ugandan girl: Any time and day that is convenient for you. You can give me the details on how to get you on facebook. I forget the name of the place where you stay. I bought a simcard. I'll give you my number as well.

lulu said...

srely malo kyaloooo, i laughed reading that header, you have fun girl

Samali Mudamuli Ntikita Ntikita said...

Lulu:Thank you

Ugandan Girl: Just read from your blog that you live in Bristol. My hosts drove me through Bristol yesterday. We prayed from Liberty Christian Fellowship, Camberwell. I saw many Ugandans there and one blogger. Any chance that you might have been there?

Sharpe Ssewali II said...

Just trying to see who it is that knows me from P7. Why is there no photo of you oh thou shy one??!!

Carsozy said...

Represent girl! bring me an english accent if you can buy one.