Life is passing by

Maurice at Banana Chick

Boda and Street Sellers

Sitting at Banana Chick, a local restaurant in Masaka, one can watch the world go by. Since the restaurants open dinning veranda is near the main road you see and hear all.
The buzz of the boda bodas wising by with their loads of people, children, or anything manageable strapped to the seat of the motorcycle boda. A local vendor walks by with a basket of bagged ground-nuts on top of his head, calling out, “for sale”, “for sale”. You see cars, small pick-up trucks, 4-wheel drive Prados and Pajaros, bicycles with jury cans tied to them, and of course the ever popular white, Toyota Corolla taxi, honking continuously to attract their “fairs”. There is even the occasional mini bus of school children or a lorry packed with Ancholi long-horn cows headed east to the market in Kampala.
Of course there are many people “footing” by; the jajja in her traditional Gomez, the business man in his suit, carrying a manila envelope, the school children in their uniforms with their backpacks full of books, men and woman of all shapes and sizes in colorful apparel, all walking by.
As you set and view the sights you hear the murmur of people at the next table speaking Luganda, the loud hum from the “power giving” generator at the shop next door, the sound of forks hitting the customers plates as they gobble up their rice, matooke, and chicken stew and the distant sound of hammers from the new building being constructed up the street.
It is all part of a normal day in Masaka town. Life is passing by. Maurice a waiter, says, “Only good things happen at Banana Chic”.