There is nothing as frustrating for me as the act of waiting.

I lose my patience at a red light. I get upset waiting for an elevator. I do not like waiting for a bill in a restaurant. When two cars are ahead of me at a gas pump, my blood pressure goes up. And when a plane waits on the runway for half an hour (or more) with no explanation, I am fit to be tied.

It is not something I am proud of, but it is what it is but waiting ain’t my forte.

And until recently, I did not understand how severe my lack of patience is.

Then, I visited Uganda. In Uganda, you wait for everything. Never go to Uganda if you cannot wait.

• Even if you have an e-visa, it means nothing; you still need 20 minutes processing per person at immigration, so do the math if you are number five in line.
• Yes, there are 4 exit toll booths at Entebbe airport, but three of them are broken. Exiting the airport takes 90 minutes.
• The hotel is only 12 km from your hotel? No! It’s 2 hours and forty minutes away.
• Did you order a sandwich at 19.00? It’s only 20.30.
• Do you want to pay your bill? Please wait, the “system” is down; come back in twenty or forty minutes. Need to catch an elevator? Take the stairs.

And so on and so forth.

I almost laid an egg from waiting.

As opposed to me, Ugandans wait patiently. It is almost impossible to believe how patient most (not all) Ugandans are. They don’t blink an eye in a 4 hour traffic jam.

They realize that very little will change if they get upset. That’s an exaggeration. They actually realize that nothing will change if they get upset; at best, they will ruin their day. Thus, there is very little stress in the air since the perception is that time is an unlimited resource.

Waiting, I learnt, is not only a matter of patience. It is an attitude, a weltanschauung as it were. Waiting is not an attitude of surrender necessarily. It is acceptance of reality, a preservation of self.

If there is poor infrastructure and everything that should take an hour can take five days, what good does it do to lose your patience?

When a muzungu (white boy or girl) loses patience, our cultural biases float to the surface with great speed. The muzungus want things to work; if they don’t work as expected, they need to be fixed. Now. This expectation is strange to the Ugandan. Their world does not operate that way. When something doesn’t work, suck it up; preserve your sanity. As Walter Cronkite used to say, “that’s the way it is”.

Before my trips to Namibia and Uganda, I thought I “just lacked patience”. My African experience has taught me that I need acquire the skills and attitudes that support “waiting”.

That’s a huge chunk to digest, for me anyway. And I want to get much better at waiting. I never thought I would ever say this.