Taking a taxi in Uganda

Travel in Africa has always been precarious; but somehow, and often miraculously, one usually gets from point A to point B, and often on time too.

Instead of modern, efficient and congested subway systems – too difficult and costly to construct- urban Africa moves above ground. Although the wheel wasn’t invented here, it would have been sooner or later, if it hadn’t been introduced..

Though overshadowed by Nairobi, the current regional hub of eastern Africa, Kampala is catching up fast, thanks to the mobile phone (which reached here several years before Kenya), - and the wheel. While it is normal to take two hours to cross down-town Nairobi, longer when it rains, Kampala has the “boda-boda”, the motor-cycle taxis, which move you around fast. In Nairobi they hardly exist

“Boda” – the word is said twice for the sake of euphony- is a corruption and local pronunciation of the word “border”, the Kenya-Uganda border where the service originated many years ago, both as a means of goods transport –and smuggling!- and for passengers. The boda-boda has many advantages: it takes you exactly where you want to go; it is a refreshing ride under the tropical sun; it is not bound by the same rules as heavier vehicles, except at traffic lights; it can carry as many as can fit safely; it is fast and efficient, and not expensive. It can also be hair-raising, as it weaves in and out of jams, measuring its way carefully between parked cars, its side mirrors skillfully missing the vehicles it brushes past.

Besides its local colour and pinch of excitement, the boda also provides a politically powerful lobby. The police have tried arresting drivers not wearing helmets, in accordance with recent regulations, often comically as the drivers wriggled past them at controls. Passengers also without helmets were for a couple of days dragged off slow-moving bodas at traffic lights by police, but the sector protested, and the authorities have reached a compromise: drivers must wear helmets (which, owing to the heat are uncomfortable), while passengers may choose. Many young boda drivers are ready to support a local politician or tycoon “godfather”, or at a moment’s notice to down tools and join in a riot if their culture or rights are not respected.

In Kampala alone there are some 40,000 bodas, all manned by youth or older married men from central Uganda. Their service is as crucial as their political support; they are effectively “untouchable”.

But the boda is not only a carrier of people –and it’s not uncommon of a weekend to see a whole family squeezed behind the driver, with the youngest one or two seated on the petrol tank between driver and handle-bars. It has replaced the pack animal. I have seen a boda carrying a coffin ( presumably empty), a whole pig -mouth agape- for Easter Sunday lunch, fifteen plastic chairs at once, a passenger holding plate glass panels, Nile Perch from Lake Victoria jumping around in a plastic bag, crates of eggs, soft drinks, sprawling bunches of plantain, and even another motor-cycle strapped onto the passenger seat. Boda operating rules are made for man, not man for the rules.

You can choose your boda as you choose your hairdresser or dentist, negotiate the price of the trip and set off. Most ladies travel ‘side-saddle”, risky when the roads are wet.
The original boda was a bicycle, and still is in remote areas, which, in turn, replaced the donkey-cart. Bicycles carry incredible burdens too; with enough strap it’s amazing what you can do. To see one bicycle carrying a bed is not unusual, even all the living-room furniture, sofa set, cushions and cupboard; and this in the confusion of mid-day traffic. Some bodas advertise their driver’s beliefs below the headlights: “I love Jesus” is common. “Jesus loves U” might be the answer of a 15-seater Nissan taxi the boda is overtaking at one of the notorious potholes of Kampala, the biggest of which have even been given names!

Walking one day along the main street, Kampala Road, I also noticed these slogans on taxi wind-screens: Patience Pays – especially if you’re caught in a jam; Big Wallet -a reference to the price?; One Man’s Meat; Slow but Sure; Not all Africans are Black; Ibanda Boyz (a local band), Trouble 1 (“trouble” means there’s no solution not even in adaptable Africa); PUSH (not exactly a recommendation), and many with captions praising God: Bismillahi (In God’s Name); God is Great; God’s Plan, God’s Mercy, St Noah (one of the Ugandan martyrs) and the most popular UK soccer teams: Manchester Utd, Arsenal, Liverpool.

The taxi and the taxi-driver reflect the local personality and culture. For example, there’s a story of a Kenyan rugby sevens team visiting Kampala, and, as they would have done in Nairobi but in conflict with the more sedate Ugandan manners, they showed a bit of impatience to get on. As strict rules apply on the number of passengers allowed, an equal number of Ugandans voluntarily alighted to make way for the visitors to board, and waited for another taxi to come along.

In Kampala passengers pay the conductor as they alight; in Nairobi you pay when you board. In Kampala the touts are witty and persistent but respectful; in Nairobi they just want to pack everyone in fast and move off. In Ugandan taxis the local radio station provides soft background music and political or soccer commentary, and passengers don’t hesitate to courteously correct the driver or conductor and ask to reduce or increase the volume; in Nairobi the music is rap and rock, and deafening but the conductors have a quick tongue and few dare take them on.

Different styles, but with the same purpose: to meet the needs of the millions of daily commuters with a minimum of formality; but passengers must take a good dose of faith and be prepared for every kind of “spontaneity”, the lubricant of life in Africa.

Martyn Drakard is Spero correspondent in Africa.