“Kale before bi-corona, I used three bodas”
I cannot for sure say I am a prayerful person.
Once in a while, I will do the cross thing or linger around a Christian radio station as a preacher barks out scriptures during lunch hour. That usually lasts three seconds tops before I go back to our secular ziki.
I was forced to pray, the other day after a ‘forward’ that came complete with a map, I guess for extra measure, hit my inbox.
Bodas that had just resumed operations on Monday following a three-month ban were told they could not be allowed to access the central business district.
‘They spread corona’, a government official screamed on one of the local radio talkshows to justify why they can only stop those ends.
The Boda Boda Free Zone was to run along the following boundaries: Wampewo Roundabout- Jinja Road to Kitgum House junction – Access Road – Mukwano Road to Clock Tower –Kafumbe Mukasa Road –Kisenyi Road –Mackay Road- Kyaggwe Road- Watoto Church-Bombo Road – Wandegeya – Hajji Musa Kasule Road- Mulago roundabout- Kamwokya junction – Sturrock Road – Prince Charles Drive- Lugogo Bypass–Jinja Road- Wampewo Roundabout, according to the advisory.
Before bi-corona, I used three bodas if I wanted to get to office by 8am.
I had the guy that picked me up from home around 6am, and dropped me at the next stage about three kilometres away.
I would then endure 30 minutes of the morning cold on another to the Busega stage from where I’d hop onto a third to the CBD through either the Mulago roundabout or Wandegeya.
This here was a faster and cheaper option compared to taxis.
Either way, I’d still have to use two bodas and a taxi in between.
But that would mean wasting another 45 minutes in traffic jam that is a regular feature on Mityana Road every weekday morning.
With the new arrangement, the furthest I’d stop on a boda is the Mulago roundabout then walk to my workplace some many kilometres away on Jinja Road.
And so I pulled out my little prayer book and, well, read it. Prayerfully.
In between I wondered why singers such as Gerald Kiwewa and comedians like Bizonto had to submit their works for review and approval by government before they are released to the public in some silly new regulatory proposal.
I am made to believe even the chaps at the Uganda National Cultural Centre whose mandate is to ‘enhance and safeguard the quality of the arts in the country’ do not know what the new proposal is about.
The first prayers were heard I guess since bodas can now roam Kampala’s streets freely.
Art, a representation of any one of us, on the other hand, is still chained. We might need more than just prayers.