A Fellow Bodaboda Rider Tried to Bewitch Me, But I Bought a Probox Last Week
Jealousy is a dangerous force—I learned that the hard way. For years, I put in long hours as a bodaboda rider in Entebbe Town, Uganda, with big dreams of securing my future.
My clients appreciated me because I was respectful and punctual. Business was steady, and I believed that if I stayed disciplined, I could one day own a fleet of bikes—or even a car—before hitting 35.
What I didn’t realize was that someone close to me—a fellow rider I trusted like a brother—was secretly plotting my failure.To Read More, Tap Here
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