My name is Tom, a boda boda rider from Mbarara, Uganda. For many years, I woke up before sunrise and spent long days on the road, carrying passengers in sunshine, dust, and rain. Life was hard, but I always tried to remain positive because this job was my only way to support my wife and two children. I had dreams like anyone else, especially the dream of owning a car someday. But deep down, I knew it would take a miracle for a simple rider like me to reach that level.
Things became even harder when my motorbike started breaking down almost every week. The little money I made went straight to repairs. At some point, I considered quitting completely because nothing seemed to work in my favor. Even the company promotions I participated in never gave me anything—not even a T-shirt. My friends used to joke that luck had forgotten my name. I laughed with them, but inside I felt defeated and tired.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
