“Kampala is constantly changing,” my boda boda rider said as we began our tour. “If you leave now and come back in four months, you’ll almost be turned into a tourist considering the significant changes that would have happened”. As he spoke, I couldn’t help wondering if the hoards of hustling crowd in the city had time to appreciate the changes that their busy city sees so frequently. Anyway, Malik my new friend is evidence that some to them do.
I met Malik at a small bar where I went to cool off the evening I arrived at Kampala. We struck up conversation after a few glasses of drink during which I shared my experience in the city’s hectic traffic with him. He pitied me for getting a wrong introduction to his city (he was repeatedly saying my city) and offered to should me around whenever I was free. Before we parted ways, we fixed a date for a tour.
“I took the liberty to take you out on boda boda today I hope you are not afraid of using one?” Yusuf asked with a smile. “In Kampala, this is what everyone rides. With it we’ll beat the traffic and get to many places,” he said with so much conviction. Boda boda is the city’s word for motorcycle, which is a major means of transportation throughout Uganda. The rider takes at most two passengers per time. They are usually feared because of their dangerous driving in traffic.