As I transition from the “West” to Uganda—yet again—I am anticipating the different sounds in the lifescape. Some will welcome me, emoting joy and pleasure. Others will attack me in offensive ways, stirring negativity and frustration. Others will be processed subconsciously—and yet will nevertheless affect my sense of peace and wellbeing.
Some elements of the life-noise are cultural, of course. The drumming from a village celebration, for example, or the calls to prayer from the mosque.
The Ugandan affection for music means that it is often heard in the absent-minded song of a passerby, via the crude speakers of a battery-operated device, or seriously booming from a nightclub’s woofers.
Traffic is always robust. The use of horns is not seen as offensive or bothersome, and so their blasts are heard throughout the day, and even into the night when they are used to summon gatekeepers and guards.
Other sounds are natural. The number of birdcalls I hear within the space of a minute is fantastic, and I have developed a great love of the sounds of the breeze as it rustles the huge fronds of the banana trees.
While finally other noises emerge from the intersection of lifestyle and need. A crowing rooster is never… (click here to read the rest).