Yesterday evening, while i was minding my own business (ie picking up my baby from work), some Ugandan Hit me and drove off
Imagine in a jam, driving at zero speed, this guy decides he is in a hurry and tries to use the wrong lane to go wherever he was going but then bumped into my car when he saw a car coming towards him…. Surely i would have given him room…
I was so concerned abt the taxi on my left trying to squeez me off the road when i heard a sudden “boom” sound. Apparently the guy’s tire bust!
I was in so much shock, i just switched off the car engine and called my honey. Some dude has just hit me – driving a big car, a surf of all cars… Even told him the number plate and all.
The dude walks out, looks at his messed tire and doesn’t even bother to come and say sorry mum for stressing u… surely my ka tummy calls for extra kindness. But Wa! This ugandan left me in my shocked state and drove off with 3 tires… can you imagine!
Ok, tho my car guard is messed and i got badly scratched, he has to buy a new tire… talk about poetic justice. He’s new tire should cost him 3 times more than my repairs would cost me
Meanwhile some boda dudes, bambi this tym sympathetic ones advised me to call an officer who was near by… The officer rides past me on a boda… apparently to get some “tea” from the offender.
Helo!!!! It’s me, the victim that needs your help!!! Anyway after i had composed myself, i just drove into campus and picked up my honey and on our way back, we managed to find the officer and the 3-tire dude bargaining, Oba did he even care that a pregnant woman was almost hit… Hmmmm!!!
This is my country… Oh Uganda may God uphold thee!!!!





