I’m usually in a hurry, wherever I’m going, almost always whatever I’m doing. But I’m never careless. Except for today, when I jumped on a boda boda, without all due precautions first. Too late I realised this rider had been drinking, perhaps a few minutes before, and here we were careening infront of speeding car ‘must guards’ on Kampala road near City Square, then it was up that NSSF building road, sharply swerving, and was he nodding off...? Friends, readers, those who don’t give a shit, I’m lucky to be alive.