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This is a rough illustration of how my average pre-ride negotiation with a boda boda man has evolved during the last few months in Kampala.
November:
“Hello, my friend! You go?”
“Hi, how are you?”
“Fine. You?”
“Very well. I’m going to Tank Hill, Muyenga, a place near Hotel International. Do you know where that is?”
“I know”.
“How much?”
“Five thousand”.
“You’re kidding”.
“It’s far”.
“How about two five. That’s a fair price”.
“No way, it’s far. Four”.
“It’s got to be two five. That’s what I paid yesterday for the same trip”.
“At least give me three five”.
“Well, your bike looks better than average. I’ll pay three thousand”.
“Take a seat”.
Now:
“Hello. How are you?”
“Hi, Mike. Fine. I’m going home”.
“Hop on”.