You will never know where the next bump could be coming from when riding on daladala (City buses in Tanzania). This is definitely no place where you go to take a weight off your feet and enjoy the scenery as you are driven to your destination.
The other day I was lucky enoug
h to be among the first people get into a small TOYOTA hiace going to Tegeta. I couldn’t beat window boarders, of course. By the time I got in there the back seat was already filled with men’s with smug looks on their faces.
I remember the Konda (bus conductor) warning them about not breaking his windows or they have to pay. So I was fortunate to get there way in advance and I had a two seconds window to choose a seat while the rest of the mob was still stuck at the door, all trying to get in at the same time.
There is no feeling like it really, that rush you get when you are among the first ones on board and there are seats spread out before you picking…………
Fighting the urge to thump my chest and roar in triumph, I quickly choose a place by the window and sat down. It was a double-seater and I calculated that the window spot would keep me safely away from the isle where I would have seen more likely to come into contact with the angry elbows and the tired bums of other passengers.
Plus I would have the freedom to open my window as wider as I wanted. Even with the spectre of swine flu there are people out there who would rather keep the window shut even on a crowded daladala. Makes you wonder about their priorities. I mean, a hairdo is expensive but swine flu…
I fished out my earphones and connected them to my phone. Now I was in my own world and for a moment it was possible to forget this was a daladala. Life was not bad at all!!
My thoughts were floating somewhere in paradise when suddenly WHAM! Something hit me on my face.
It was somebody’s plastic bag, the one which you are supposed to be fined with huge some of money if you are seen around with it. Fortunately this person was not carrying his hammer in that bag just some light stuff.
Still it was enough to knock my glasses half way off my face. I blinked several times and set my specks right.
Then I saw his face “sorre” he said.
I nodded. At least he was polite enough to apologise about it. What could you do when someone says they are sorry?
It was at that moment that the realisation hit me; there is NO such a thing as a glitch-free daladala ride. Wherever you sit or stand you are always vulnerable to some kind of knock. There I was celebrating my well-earned “perfect seat” on the bus and lost in beautiful music and something still had to happen as if to remind me I was on a daladala.
The person who had knocked my face was only reaching for somewhere to support himself as the bus began to move. He lost his balance and his hand instead landed on my head, the plastic bag knocked my specs.
Aside from the random smacks on the on the head from out of control arms, there are the strange protrusions on the body of the bus that are just waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
At first you will not even notice that there is a piece of metal jutting out just below the window. Then you will hear a familiar sound of something tearing (ohh your precious shirt) as you lean forward to hand over your fare.
Now you will have to shy away from the body of the bus with its cruel protrusions and sit right by the aisle… where the folding chairs are.
Unbeknownst to you, these little chairs can inflict a lot of damage when they are being folded to allow someone to pass.
When someone pulls up the chairs it will usually hit you in the elbow and anybody who knows elbows, knows how terribly they can hurt when knocked. This happens because after a certain point the chairs will snap into and the one pulling it will loose control of it. If your elbow is in the way then, it will get a painful smack.
It all made me wonder whether perhaps we should all start to wear helmets with shin pads, knee pads and elbow pads as well before we get on the bus.
Article by:
epkalunga@yahoo.co.uk of The Guardian (Tanzania) *[Bracketed emphasis mine]*
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