Where people live in Kampala according to the Old Taxi Park.

Kampala’s main mini bus taxi grounds commonly known as Old Kampala Park (Pank Enkadde) is a metropolitan marvel to anyone visiting Uganda. While praised at being one of the city’s central landmarks by some, others such as urban planners call it a spectacular failure in the development of the nation’s capital. The city’s main planning and administration body Kampala Capital City Authority (KCCA) previously known as Kampala City Council (KCC) has long been an opponent of the existence of the taxi park calling it the epitome of congestion, like a blot or stain in the central business district. However, many of Kampala’s residents and visitors view its existence and location as vital point of transportation and point of familiarization with the city. One could say that you have not been to Kampala if you have not been witness to the hustle and bustle of the Old Taxi Park.


To a certain extent, it is true that the earlier planners of Kampala city did not envision its expansion and so permitted the development of this staging area into the city’s main taxi park. Over the years, corruption and transport labour union wars between the central government and taxi operators known as Uganda Taxi Operators and Drivers Association (UTODA) and counter accusations of political motives have ensured the existence of the park to date. Despite vehement opposition to its continued operation, Kampala’s transport system lifeline has remained standing.  One of the main reasons it has continued to operate is because it provides many of Kampala’s commuters, residents and workers with a transport linkage to the various suburbs that dot the city’s borders.

Understanding Kampala’s residential areas, neighborhoods and suburbs can be best understood with a “walk” through the Old Taxi Park. Here, you will find a myriad of locations and places that provide a quick understanding of the city. Most international travelers agree that London city can be best understood and navigated through its train subway system known as the “Tube”. In the case of Uganda, getting a clear picture of its main capital is well illustrated through the Old Taxi Park.

Familiarizing oneself with Kampala can best be achieved by understand where its inhabitants live, work and play. Therefore, in order to understand where most people in Kampala live, we shall attempt to deconstruct the city’s administration structures, dissect its traffic patterns and map taxi park arrangement to better understand insights into residential demographics.

Kampala even as the nation’s main capital is still a district according to Uganda’s local government structures. This means just like any other district, it has sub counties, parishes and villages which define its hierarchical arrangement. According to city planning economics, instead of sub counties, Kampala is segmented into divisions each with its own mayor and local councils. Its small geographical size has limited it to five divisions known as Nakawa, Makindye, Rubaga, Kawempe and Kampala Central. The majority of its residents live in these divisions although a substantial portion of those working in it commute from districts outside Kampala mainly Entebbe, Wakiso and Mukono.


According to the 2014 National Census Figures, Kampala’s residential population is distributed slightly evenly among the divisions as illustrated in the graphs below. Makindye stands out as being home to most of the city’s residents with Kampala Central division holding the least.


With these figures in mind, we can attempt to map the volume of taxis in the Old Kampala Park to these divisions and ascertain whether this is a true reflection. In other words, can we tell whether residents from Makindye are the largest by observing the volume of passengers and number of taxi staging areas in the park?

According to the staging areas in the Old Taxi Park, one can see the most of these are dominated by taxis from Makindye.


This is partly because of the nature of Makindye as a division. It is known for having the most neighborhoods in comparison to others.


On the other hand, in regards to the volume of passengers boarding and disembarking, taxis that plow the Makindye route, the frequencies are sporadic.  This is such that it takes between 5 minutes and less for taxi going there to fill up. This revelation according to the Old Taxi Park, deduces that most of Kampala’s inhabitants reside in Makindye Division

Nakawa Division according to residential population figures is the second most populous.


However, when compared to staging areas in the Old Taxi Park, passengers to the area are quite few.


In terms of passenger volumes boarding and disembarking, we observe a different pattern. Some neighbourhoods in Nakawa division have more of their passengers board from the taxi park compared to others. For instance, those travelling to Luzira, Butabika, Mbuya and Nabisunsa tend to use the taxi park more compared to those traversing the Ntinda,  Bugolobi, Nagure areas. Therefore, despite the second most popular residential area in Kampala, this is not reflected in the Old Taxi Park. Taxi operators and touts explain this discrepancy due to the existence of taxi staging areas outside the Old Taxi Park such as those operating along Jinja road and Bombo road. This means according to the Old Taxi Park, the least number of Kampala’s inhabitants reside in Nakawa Division.

Rubaga division as the third most popular residential area for Kampala’s inhabitants provides interesting insights when analyzed in terms of passenger volumes and staging area placement in the Old Taxi Park.


The largest portions of staging areas in the Old Taxi Park are taken by taxis that operate in Rubaga Division. When it comes to the numbers of passengers boarding and disembarking, these seem to be the highest than any other area.


This reveals a hidden insight into Kampala’s inhabitants, the truth being that most of working people in Kampala (by this I mean the informal sector such as hawkers, shop retailers, vendors and manual laborers) are residents of popular neighborhoods in the division such as Nateete, Namungona,  Kasubi and Kawala. This places the division as the second most popular residential zone for Kampala’s inhabitants according to the Old Taxi Park.

Kawempe Division is a popular area in the city known for all the bad reasons. At one time it was known as the epitome of Kampala’s decaying drainage system as witnessed in the countless press stories and personal accounts of the menace of flooding most especially in the rainy seasons. Kawempe boasts of being the only place in Kampala where you could once “enjoy” a boat ride without having to go to Entebbe more so leave the comfort of your home.


As the fourth most popular residential area in Kampala, its neighborhoods have long been a source of the city’s labor force and more common “Bwaise and Kalerwe riot enclaves” due its tendency of being a political opposition hotbed.


According to staging area placement in the Old Taxi park, commuters to this area are reserved in numbers. However, the volume of passengers boarding and disembarking is sporadic and its does not take more than five minutes for a taxi to fill up which illustrates Kawempe Division as the third most popular residential area for Kampala’s commuters according to the Old Taxi Park.

Despite Kampala being the capital city, one would operate on the assumption that skyscrapers dominate the landspace. However, due to the historical urban planning decisions, the city still provides residential area for its residents are observed in some of its popular inner city areas such as Nakasero and Kisenyi.


Taxi staging area placements and passenger boarding patterns are minimal due to the limited. One infact is much better off taking a boda boda or walking to these areas than using a taxi since proximity within the city is within reach.


This places Kampala Central Division as the least popular or affordable residential area among commuters in Kampala.

From such insights within Park Enkadde, one is able to understand the demographics of Kampala’s residents as well observe the representation of the city’s largely informal sector. The Old Taxi Park will continue to exist as one of the city’s main urban tourism landmarks and public transport provider not because of a matter of beauty or location but rather as consequence of convenience.



Why choosing to use a boda boda could mean life or death.

I stumbled upon certain insights that might change the way you think about boda boda’s. To best understand how boda boda’s operate can only be answered by the riders themselves. However, before we attempt to understand this phenomenon, it is vital that we understand the high risks of boda boda accidents in comparison to vehicles.


(John Howe and Annabel Davis, 2002)

80 percent of boda boda’s accidents involve some form of injury whether minor or major, one simply cannot walk away unscathed. The possibility of injury and even death is made greater in the case of collision with a larger vehicle. Women face the highest risk of injury or fatality compared to men.

When combined with the exponential numbers of motorcycle imports, this has meant the narrow roads of Kampala have only become more congested.

Conservative estimates place the number of boda boda riders to be mostly aged in the range of 18-27 with these being the greatest at 99%. Most of these are male; roughly 42% have no children. More so, most of these accidents involve riders of a younger age group (20-25 years).

The occurrence of boda boda accidents shows a considerable relationship with the level of education in such as way that most accidents reveal boda boda operators have a lower level of education with most having not completed secondary education. This can be pointed to the explanation of limited opportunities for occupation mean that boda boda’s provide an easy means of employment.


This could also partially explain their blatant violation of traffic regulations in understanding the meaning of zebra crossings and traffic lights.Furthermore, few boda boda operators have participated in any form of traffic safety or motorcycle training activities.

Most passengers shun the use of helmets citing reasons such as hygiene, convenience and comfort. This has meant the even in case of accidents, exposure to face and head injuries has reduced among the riders but not for the passengers who are unprotected. This means the passenger is highly likely to face multiple trauma and severity when involved in a motorcycle taxi accident.



Another perspective that I find relevant is the increased workload faced by these boda boda operators. Due to sitting in one position and riding for long hours, many operators complain of musculoskeletal fatigue which when combined with over eight to ten working hours of exposes them to increased physical and psychological fatigue that could explain increased accidents since their mental and physical capacity is impaired.

Boda boda‘s in large have thrived due to the failures in Uganda’s public transportation system, however while being an answer to Kampala’s break neck traffic jams, these two wheeled accident magnets have become the convenience of so many.


Shall we survive the UPE machine?


Unemployment is as endemic as dust in Kampala city. With the streets filled with droves of jobless graduates and the bona basome machine churning out more of its babies, the clouds are getting darker. With an outdated education system, crippled teacher labour union and a corrupt education system. Uganda has navigated the choppy waters of globalization with all but a drowning sailor’s prayer.

As a product of the system, my experiences have to a certain extent influenced my placement in society. From the moment you join school to your graduation day, the song of survival is the only one you hear. How to survive promotion to the next class, surviving the pass mark, escaping the clutches of UNEB (Uganda National Examination Board) and beating that lecturer to his game as the coursework assignments are cunningly eluded. And so this mentality continues even after school. The survival mindset is what you meet among our youth, government officials and business. You could all most tell a Ugandan by the way we think.

Promises have been made with UPE (Uganda Primary Education), USE (Uganda Secondary Education) and of recent university student loans. The curriculum however remains as rigid as Mugabe’s presidency while money is continually pumped in as it is lost to “ghost schools.” Teachers barely live below the minimum wage with cries to have a salary silenced by the government rhetoric of building roads first. As if good roads do any good to a sub-standard educated graduate who cannot even build a road since the Chinese expatriates take the job.

Even Ugandans cannot build their own roads, it is that bad.

Resorting to survival, a large number of youth have resorted to odd jobs, petty crime or manual jobs in the Emirates as security guards and house maids. The youth have lost hope in a life after education to the point of neglecting university after high school. However, as much as university enrollment has increased over the years in Uganda, the trend of dropouts should be worrying us, equally. The cries of unemployment are getting much louder; this was the major campaign issue in the recent 2016 general election. So much so that the president appointed the first lady as minister of education, maybe be to bring “hope” to the institution as a government priority or to sort out the messes of the system, we are keenly watching her tenure.

Youth unemployment is a major issue in Uganda since we “boast” of being the youngest nation with roughly 70% of the population below the age of 18. The education system however is not of much help; STEM subjects are all but theoretical and barely meet global standards. Like a Mexican wave, the outcomes of this “millennial” system have reached as far as being the cause of low industrialization, a measly innovation growth movement and a pool of unskilled youth. By choosing theory over practical skills, Ugandans are rendered disabled in building their nation. Recent discovery of oil has meant expatriates fill up the technical positions as Ugandans fight for United Nations jobs with bachelor’s degree in conflict management. As I mentioned earlier, it’s all about survival. “How do I get a job,” not “how do I help build my country.” Vocational institutions are neglected and even mocked by the youth for being a last resort for academic failures.

And so while we remain oblivious to the shortage of skilled labor, so much so as even nurses, the UPE machine continues spitting out its products on the streets of Kampala.

Ingredients to a perfect storm yet to come lest we are not being battered by it already.

Mutitizi : Family and the business headaches ?


There was the idea to start a small scale chicken farm, rabbit breeding, passion fruit farming, just to mention but a few. Trusting that family would provide the best support system I went to them.

However, now every time I met them, instead it seemed like I was meeting the ‘review board’.

These are some of the experiences I have met in my plans to start businesses with some of my family members. The challenges of starting a family business lay in the advantages it provides. Call it making a deal with the devil.

In regards to capital sourcing, I have found that it is much easier to convince family members of a business venture, even if you are not sure of its long term sustainability let alone its viability to begin with. With the support of my family, I have managed to put into place some business ideas such as a chicken farm primarily to sell eggs, and then I convinced them to provide me space to make charcoal briquettes.

As I mentioned earlier, the honeymoon is short lived when questions begin arising, “where are the profits ?”, “how much was made today ?“, and “why don’t you look for a job?“. The list cannot be exhausted.

The accountability required from a family business could run one to insanity. With the lack of knowledge of business dynamics comes the naive questions and threats of withdrawing financial and resources support. And so I now find that some journeys need to be taken alone.

Who lives longer the brave or the weak ? My fear to enter into the unknown, to take the step into the darkness alone has left me in a state of cowardice.

Naye gwe ssebo!

It is not acceptable that we should take the lack of truth among our country men as the norm.Am sure you will find no Ugandan who has not been a victim of the cunning antics of our sales men and women in some cases. The point am trying to make is drawn from several experiences I have been fortunate to meet.

Fortunate, because these encounters have shaped my persona and ridded me of any naivety. Every Ugandan who has ever gone shopping, taken a taxi or even asked for directions has met the countryman, who will lie to you for no reason.

This morning as I was sitted in a taxi thinking about where my decisions have now reached me .However, the actions of this conductor chap cut short my thought process. This man decides to instruct the driver to stop for passengers so that he can fill up an already full taxi.

I am used to this, so my patience prevailed. So I was keen to listen to how he promised his new passengers as to how their discomfort would be short lived since he was yet to offload at the next stage just a few 100 meters ahead. However, this never happened. We exceeded the few meters and continued the journey as usual. I don’t know what pulled my interest to the mindset of this man, probably the “Ugandaness” of his actions.

So I sat there wondering, why tell your new passengers “mwe sikemu, waliwo agenda okuvamu wali my maso” and yet you know this is not the case. To be honest I felt like asking this man if he paid attention to the statements he makes or if he takes his passengers for doldrums with no capacity to make decisions.

This is one among the multiple encounters that have lately been meeting. You go into a shop and buy Beats be Dre headphones expensively so as the sales man convinces you. “zino zikuba nyo.

You go home and use them for less than 2 weeks and now you have only one ear piece working. You ponder if you should go and confront his bad salesmanship or reflect on wether your naivety of sales men has reached you to this point.

Carrot zabuze,” defends the market lady of her exorbitant prices. I simply smile at loss of a better reaction.

Wandegeya nkumi nya,” says the Boda Boda man, for a distance equivalent of garden city to Hotel Africana. For these one’s I just walk away, even negotiating would them is too precious time to give them.


So Ugandan,” is how one would term such characters. I find however that I live in a desert.


Scorched of authenticity, flooded by duplicity.

Nfunila wa ?

In trying to put together what to write about, I failed to find anything at the moment. However, since I always post every Thursday, I thought I would maintain my “tradition” lest my motivation to blog declines.

I had the pleasure of attending the Ugandan Blogger’s Happy Hour: July 2016 Meetup. My discovery of this “community” of bloggers can be best described as accidental. While doing research for a previous article on how Uganda needs bloggers as much as tweeps, I was compiling a list of the top bloggers in Uganda, only to stumble upon this event.


A quick research revealed it’s background to a 2007 YouTube video made by a visiting Danish exchange student. The video basically documents her experiences meeting with the community of Ugandan bloggers then. What caught my interest while watching the individuals in this clip was not only the passion with which they spoke about blogging but the maturity of their ideas. The likes of Comrade, Darlene Komukama and Carlo Kutesa among others inspired me to know more about the Ugandan Bloggers community.

It was reassuring to find out that the Blogger’s Happy Hour was still operational and somewhat “active”, and so on Thursday I enthusiastically made my way to Yasigi Beer Garden where it’s meetups are normally held. I had the opportunity of meeting some good members of the blogging community such as Joel, Edna, Sheila, Dilmandila ,Josh, Florentina, Solomon, Paul, Edmond, Kahill and Kenny.


Am always excited to meet a group of individuals brought together by a common interest in something. It is not common in Uganda to find people sharing a vested passion. This explains why many people move on and why many organizations diminish. As I was told when I inquired of what happened to the group in the video I mentioned earlier. I understand many times people move on beyond the point of “groups” due to other commitments, marriage or simply growing up. However, this creates a situation where the mentality becomes all about survival which kills any potential good that could have come out of these groups.

“Nfunila wa ?” , is a common response in Uganda you meet when you ask people about why they either leave a company, a business partner or even a church group. The desire to attain success has mentally crippled the youth in Uganda such that every young person wants to make it “big” using shortcuts and “deals”. No one shares common interests anymore, we see it government through corruption as officials take office only to enrich themselves and not to provide service to those who elect them.

We see it in sports clubs as players abandon local clubs to play for international teams which leaves the domestic leagues poorly skilled and non-vibrant to attract even Ugandans.

We see it in the droves of able bodied young men who decide to export their physical manpower as security guards to Iraq or as cheap labour to the Emirates rather than taking time to tap into the vast opportunities in the country that the Chinese, Indians and Europeans some how “see”.

We also see it among the promising minds of former bloggers who have abandoned the trade to go and do “better things” such as holding down a job or looking for rent money, as if blogging was a lesser trade. Ask David Okwii how his small blog reached him to the level Africa’s fastest growing multi author technology website which earns him more than that 500k job you fervently seek to give so much effort.

Let it be said, the youth in Uganda do not garner much enthusiasm from me, although they cry about change, they are not ready to take the lead. All we know is how to praise others and how much they have achieved instead of looking at how under achieving we are. As President Museveni commonly refers to Ugandans who support the English Premier League but cannot even name the goal keeper of the national football team.

That be said,

..the insight I gained from my experience at the Ugandan Blogger’s Happy Hour, is that of a community of Ugandan bloggers with promise, falling victim to the whims of mediocrity and simple mindedness.

Am a kichupuli.

I was once a slave to false.

So I sought out to seek the truth after getting tired of leaving a life of slavery. Life was fair to me, I found the truth. As pure as it could be.

Am now slipping back into the life of slavery. My rebellion has reached me to extremes I had vowed to never return to.

There is no state of mind worse than regret. It stings more than any rejection or pain I have ever felt. My tongue is too heavy to say am sorry. Punish me I plead, although I know a slave is in no position to ask the measure of rebuke form his master.

Why is the truth no longer sweet to me ? How did I become seduced by this lie I live. Today is another chance to be genuine, or so I tell me self.

Efforts! …….shouts out Truth.

Look where it has reached you,  reeking of pathetic-ism and weakness. Were is the slave who once fought for freedom ?

Efforts! is what I want to see. Prove your love to me it says. All your words are lies, even your cries.

Am now a slave to false, longing for another battle to fight for my freedom.

Never again will I judge a slave.