Disclaimer: This one’s for the romantics. (If you just rolled your eyes, stay away.) For this is the sappiest entry yet. 

As I was saying, this is for the romantics.  The ones who hug the moon. The ones who’ll forever weep at John Legend’s all of me and raise holy hands at MJ’s Speechless. Those who wave at butterflies and giggle with the flowers. To kill an ant is to break their hearts and they’d rather be stung by a bee, than shoosh it off their cup of tea.

Alright folks, let’s snap out of the lyrical wax and get on with the day’s noble task – vote for the best spot to drool all over the sunset.

One of the perks of living in Kampala, city of hills, is that you could perch atop the choicest peak and gorge on the most glorious sunsets. And tomorrow, repeat. At another lofty seat.

A story is told of a little prince who, one day, watched the sunset 44 times. His planet was as big as a fist so, one step forward and voila – a luminous ball on the horizon! But we aren’t that lucky, so once a day will have to do.

As I was saying, this is for the hopeless romantics. The ones who, while mortals are transfixed to their earthly toils and toys, look up… and then bolt like, well… Bolt to grab the front row at the celestial concert of hues. Don’t you know? It’s staged on the converse of the sky, chaque soir.

So, what’s your favourite point of view?