It’s a grown bar because it has grown folk. And you know grown folk because they spot grey hair and look at their phones while holding them away from their faces. Like the phone is emitting heat that might singe their eyebrows.
Sitting in this local bar in Kampala’s Bugolobi, you might as well have been in Nairobi - Nairobi West, even Hurlingham. Only here there is Bell beer on tables. And someone shouting, “Gwe!”
