Today had all the hallmarks of THE perfect kidnapping:
I was standing on the side of a road. It was rush hour (an absurd phrase) and traffic was crawling past. Black smoke was billowing out of every exhaust. A cacophony of angry horns was honking on top of a chorus of strained breaks. The usual.
Stir in a dose of humidity and a dollop of tropical sunshine and things were starting to get really uncomfortable.
Finally a white 4×4 drew up beside me. A blacked-out window was wound down and a hand beckoned me in.
I obliged, wedged myself in between 4 Ugandans and was promptly whisked off down a long dirt track for what seemed like hours to a swampy edge of Lake Victoria, miles from anywhere.
I tried to talk but a hand in the front seat was raised – be quiet, it said. Nobody spoke at all.
Two wooden canoes were waiting at the lake and we were all bundled in.
When the paddling started an enormous Treasure Island map was unfurled and a finger pointed to Bussi Island – our destination. Very exciting.
On the black and white map I noted miles of marsh that stood between us and the island.
In reality I was treated to the most unbelievable scenery.
We coasted down a winding corridor of water that had been cleared through a field of thick rushes.
Apart from the lap of water on the vessel, everything was perfectly still.
In the distance I could see the object of our desire – a lush green island.
In the foreground I was treated to an exhibition of bright blue, red and yellow flowers, great big water lilies and some stupendous (not a word that should be used lightly) wildlife.
I am no qualified twitcher, but even I could see the magnificence of some of the birds we saw en route.
My favourite, among hundreds, was the majestic Shoebill Stork (there are only a few thousand of the blighters in the world, apparently).
And I am certainly no fan of the snake, but when I saw a long black creature slither no less than two feet from my hand, completely oblivious to my presence, I couldn’t help but be impressed and exhilarated.
Finally we arrived on the deserted island.
SO, as you can see, it WOULD have been a perfect kidnap.
However, I was actually on the island by invitation from a Ugandan man who inherited one square mile of it 15 years ago.
On inheriting the land, Ephraim (a big, booming largely incomprehensible Ugandan) ventured into the thick greenery and discovered 120 peasant farmers living there.
But rather than boot them off, as was his right, he decided to strike a deal.
Bussi Island farmers produce some of Uganda’s tastiest pineapples, so Ephraim decided to treat the world and set up an export business – called Jali – for dried, organic, Fair Trade pineapple.
So far, 39 of the farmers have joined Ephraim and together, they have become the first Ugandans to be certified organic by the UK’s Soil Association.
Soon they will be Fair Trade certified too – which streamlines at least 25% of Jali profits back to the farmers.
The pineapples are dried on the island by the locals and then exported to whoever will buy them (commercial exports are just about to begin).
When the commercial side does begin, Ephraim will pay the farmers double the local price of pineapple.
Like all the world’s best destinations, no tourists have ever ventured to this island and as such the farmers were a little wary of a Mzungu (white man) in their presence.
However, they soon relaxed and we spent some quality time walking around their small-holdings, chatting, putting the world to rights.
They told me they were pleased about the new outlet for their produce.
The Jali investment is already starting to tell – a water tank has been bought (previously there was no fresh water) to supply the village and there are plans to improve health and education services (also sorely lacking) as Jali grows.
It will be interesting to see what actually happens.
For the villagers to really benefit, Jali must first find a strong market for its produce, which could prove to be difficult in the current climate.
Ephraim was confident however. “Watch this space,” he told me sweeping his hand across the island. “You will see big changes for the people here”.
Oh dear, oh dear, it looks like I will have to come back to this glorious island again in a few months to see how things are progressing.
Poor me.