I had the pleasure of chatting with someone on his first night in Africa, his first night in Kampala. I answered basic questions for him, like where to change money and find a good mosquito net.

When it got late, we decided to split a special hire to our respective homes. Not a quarter of the distance to the first stop, the police pulled us over. We weren’t sure what was going on, but there was a lot of yelling between the driver and the police officer. The officer started to speak to us, but I just told my friend to walk away. He hesitated, and the followed me.

I brushed it off, I knew what the officer wanted, but my friend was shaken. We caught bodas instead, and he offered the driver 6,000 to take him home (a lot). I interrupted to offer a reasonable price but just wanted to get home. Couldn’t blame him.