For many years, I watched people around me buy cars while I continued jumping from boda boda to taxi every single day. My name is Paul, and I live in Nsambya, Kampala. I always dreamed of owning a car—not even a very expensive one, just something decent that could take me to work without dealing with unpredictable weather or long queues.
But life kept pushing that dream further away. No matter how hard I worked, the money never added up. Whenever I tried to save, something urgent would come up, and my little savings would disappear. Soon, buying a car started to feel like a dream meant for other people, not someone like me.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
