Living in a village - Part II

I became a victim of this nice village life.

Last Saturday, I met someone from the Italian embassy who saw me at the Bank of Uganda swimming competition and allegedly at a meeting in the Italian embassy. Whereas I competed in the swimming competition, I have never been at the Italian embassy. I do not even know, where it is. I also met a German last Saturday and she told me that she had seen me with a Ugandan woman going to a ice cream shop hand in hand... I have been at this ice cream shop once, and decided never to go there again. I would never take someone out to that terrible place and besides, I have never dated a Ugandan! The only person, whom I would consider to date is of Canadian origin but this is another story.

The point is: Rumours are quickly spread and, even worse, there seem to be another mzungu who looks similar to me...

Well but colleagues at the bank think I would look like one of my collegues. You may decide, whether we look similar...