Boda boda: noun- A bicycle taxi with a cushion and possibly handle bars on the back.

In Busia we live in a beautiful house that isn’t unlike a home you find in the U.S. (except that there is no  running water and we shower and flush the toilets by bringing water from the well), It is about 50 yards off the main road, and a few miles to anything else. Initially we walked everywhere which was good for exercise, and since most of us take Doxy as our anti malarial, good for sunburns too.  

The first day we went to do door to door evangelism with Wycliffe we walked deep into town and then deeper off the road into the neighborhoods of Busia, it was a very hot day and when we had finished and reached the road I made a joke about taking boda bodas back home. I  had not taken a boda boda up to that point and had no interest in doing so, at the super market the day before A cab came to take 4 people and the groceries, everyone else was going to take boda bodas, I was the first one in the car, most everyone else was excited to take a boda boda, but because of a coming storm they didn’t get to then either. Joke or not the idea was popular and Wycliffe hailed 4 boda bodas and off we went. Women traditionally ride side saddle so I climbed on and held on for my dear life. When you ride side saddle they have you face away from the bumpy dangerously potholed road  and toward the dirt paths along the side of the road so it is easy to get off in a hurry, my mind, however, went immediately to the fact that were I to fall backward off the bike my head would be quickly run over by a car or bus.

After a few minutes of sheer terror I started to enjoy the ride. I think I rode side saddle twice and then one day a bunch of us had gone to the internet café and no one wanted to wait with me so I could finish posting one of my daily mandatory blogs, my feelings were pretty hurt but Salley stayed behind with me when everyone left and 10 minutes later when I had finished my blog I treated him to his first 20 shilling boda ride. The bodas that came had no handles on the back and so ridding side saddle with my laptop would have been very tricky so instead I hopped it like a horse like the boys do, I pulled my skirt down over my knees so that no skin or short was visable and off we went. They can go a lot faster when the rider isn’t precariously side sitting and so they did, and after that I was hooked. Bodas any chance I could , an extra few shilling to the fastest ones, its probably kinda dangerous but TIA and I dig it.