Perhaps this fifty thousand shilling note would help to speed up the process?

What is it with me and my passport? I think that this relationship has become quite unhealthy! Some of you will remember my frantic search for my passport before leaving for Uganda, it was eventually found in a place I had checked numerous times and I suspected I had a Pooca (one of the wee folk which hides things and moves them around.)

But this time a much more insidious force then the wee folk is at work. My passport is at the immigration office, going through the hoops for a work permit. A man from the finance office at the university has been working on it, and he keeps telling me that he’s going “tomorrow” to immigration, but then he comes back and tells me that they told him to come back “tomorrow”. But there aren’t that many “tomorrows” left before my plane takes off from Entebbe. I’m leaving early on Monday morning, so I MUST have the passport in my hand by Friday at the latest. Sooner would be better for my blood pressure.
I guess like before I should just keep faith that it will all work out. But it’s much harder to do so when the whole thing is out of my hands, and in the hands of the bureaucracy of an inefficient and often corrupt third world state!