Have you tried to cross the road in Kampala?
It’s like no other road you may have tried to pass
A never ending stream of motorbikes and packed vans 
take that first step or else you may never start.

Have you ever taken a Boda on the roads of Kampala?
You better hold on and pray to the god of your choice 
The boda man slithers through non existent gaps
As the horn of speeding trucks overpower your voice.


Have you ever driven a car through the roads of Kampala?
Or navigated the city through Fridays rush hour
As Fellow drivers demur any notion of structure
And a blackout to the grid leaves the city with no power.


Oh Kampala, the heart of the African pearl!
A city like none I have embraced before 
The chaos of the roads becomes weirdly addictive 
I shall take my leave now but I’ll be back for sure.


DV