There’s a phrase we use here to describe the quality of things in relation to other standards: Juba good.
“How’s that new restaurant?”
“It’s Juba good. But the chicken tikka is delicious!”
“How was your night last night?”
“Fine. Stayed in and watched a movie. The generator is having issues so the power went out a few times. It was Juba good though.”
It means a term of reference for what’s a standard of acceptability here in Juba, which might not fly elsewhere however.
Like, per chance, splinting your own thumb when it somehow is sprained/hyperextended.*
Because that’s why one keeps around old emory boards and medical tape, isn’t it?
It’s Juba good.
*Yes, mom, I’m (nearly) certain it’s not broken. Promise!