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The Boda Boda Ride

So, this morning, since my housemate is on leave, I had to use 'public means' to work. It had been a while.

Anyhow, I  thought I would take a taxi to my not-so-far away office. I mean, Naalya to Kamwokya...just a gunshot away, right?
Hmmm...never to be. The traffic was murder. I had forgotten that today was day one of  the school term. The taxis were available but they were parked in a jam...not moving an inch.

There were no two ways about it, I had to jump on an 'open roof' :-)...
For Clarity: No, my boda boda chap was not half this cute/ muscled/ edible :-)

Now, it must be noted that the Ntinda road is at stage three of construction...yeah, the 'loose- soily' stage...and we all know how hot/dry Kampala is these days. Like I was saying to a friend, our city's weather seems to be competing with Dar es Salam's...things are hectic, I tell you.

Well, best not to digress...

The boda, boda chap was, for some reason, convinced that I needed to get to work in the shortest time possible (which was somewhat true)...so, he rode through the 6 feet high cloud of dust at break-neck speed.
I was dying, no, I died...
We are told when people are close to the final minutes, they see their lives flash before their eyes. Well, for me, what flashed before mine was the elaborate shower I had had only a few minutes before this ride through the dust cloud and what a waste of time it was :-(
Anyway, we made it through to the other side and when we got to Kabira Country Club's gate, I noted how much 'repair' I was going to need...ALOT!...my spectacles were covered in dust, my face had a generous layer of 'copper girl', my eyebrows were brown, my skirt and jacket black only a few minutes ago were coated with a brown layer, my black shoes, painstakingly polished were brown and I was coughing like a smoker. I won't even start on my earlier, carefully coiffed 's-curl' hair.
Before I knew it, we were outside Kanjyokya house and my reputation had to be salvaged. I jumped off the 'digi' and fled to the ladies to repair the damage....

I'll say this. I have not left my desk all day, shunned all meetings that require me to leave the premises and have to endure another's scrutiny. I have clock watched :-(

Fundamental change my big toe! When there are fake roads in the capital city!.... mssscchhheewww!!!!!!!!!!! (Someone had to take the fall for my lousy experience. I choose the Yellow bus folk)
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