In the mid-90s my wife, children, and I lived in Jinja, Uganda and worked with a church planting team, what is now more identified in the United States as The Kibo Group. I often wrote about my adventures and misadventures in and around Jinja. Here I wrote about the fascinating sites and sounds along the roads in Uganda.
It was a big day. I would be preaching in Buvulunguti, Uganda village where a church started recently. And our ’92 Toyota pickup’s odometer would roll to 100,000 kilometers on the way to that village.
One-hundred-thousand is a vehicle’s rite of passage, and we males actually bond with the hunk of steel as the 99999 rolls over. You scoff, ‘Kilometers!’ Mind you, there are more bone-rattling potholes and vehicle-crunching bumps in one African kilometer than in 100 miles on most U.S. roads.
The odometer reads 99938 as I begin, and I make a mental note to watch for the important event during the drive. Driving in Uganda is rarely boring or uneventful. I zoom by a biker with a 20-pound Nile Perch from Lake Victoria laying across the back of his bicycle. A goat, tied next to the road, strains for a blade of grass just out of its reach. Continue reading