A recent plummet in employment opportunities has me running those ‘oddball’, ‘what the heck!’-mini projects. This one being the dispensation of human courier services for a monetary consideration called fare, less the arm and leg taken by the Dracula-esque middle man( *cough, rhymes with scuba).
On one such errand, or rather more accurately, on a stopover between drop-off and dropout, out of all this, I paid witness to what must be the plight of the commercial motor cyclist or more commonly known as Boda boda riders and… (*takes a deep breath)…and because I want to leave a piece of me to the world, my own gift to Scrabble and shut up Tamale Mirundi, this is going to be a thing, Bodaman. With a motorbike embroidered on his chest and an Arsenal insignia in the corner of the said shirt.
I might have gone sexist without even thinking. Boda-person! Again, apologies. I hadn’t even thought of her as a him. Though I must admit that I am hard pressed to find a Boda lady, bit of an oxymoron there. Boda woman. Hmmmm…
But I digress, the plight of the Boda-person. Forever the punching bag to the elements; rain or shine, Besigye or Bobi Wine, mitayimbwa or sound pollution personified (*coughs, scoundrels call them Po💥Po); all as treacherous as eating hot, fried cassava with no beverage, and as unforgiving as a lawyer bargaining for a credit trip to “Just over there, ku Courti. You know me, we’ll sort things out later.”
Where was I? Oh yes, the Boda-person’s plight. Statistically condemned to an early death or lonely retirement, politically sandwiched between “who’s who” and “faulty condom compatriots cum absent parents”. He literally has no where to look. Hasn’t a clue what to say, to whom, when, where, how and why.
No wonder they appear crazed, swerving in and out of traffic, in a devil may care, happy go lucky way. Every moment a roll of the dice, every second evidence of a ‘kissed by mother luck’ life. With the prevailing circumstances, who wouldn’t be. They have taken the emergency exit open to them; Madness.
Boda-person (n)~ a sad and lonesome creature, renowned for riding, amongst others, motorbikes. Ever wandering for the next buck.