Byabakama through Kasujja, Kiggundu and then, there s Imam Kasozi
December 16, 2020 Written by Yusuf Serunkuma
It is still my practice to offer rides to strangers whenever I find them walking the dusty/muddy roads that connect my often slummy neighbourhoods to the main road.
It is risky, I know. I am always convinced these are my neighbours – 40 houses away from mine – just that we do not know each other. As long as they give me signals to trust them, such as being fashion-consciously religious – Muslim cap or veiled, the white roman collar, vulnerable like our grannies – I stop and ask them to ride with me.