#roadcrossinggonebad

You know how when people feel important in their jobs…

As I returned to work after lunch, two traffic police officers walking in my direction suddenly decided it was time for them to cross the road in the middle of fast-moving traffic. This was right outside parliament, near the National Theatre.
I don’t know what gave them the confidence, probably the “don’t you know who I am??” syndrome that comes with the white uniform.
Anyway, the next thing was a loud screeching of tires and one of the officers dashing across the rest of the road like something was after him. The taxi came to a halt right next to his female colleague. Then the drama began. “Gwe! Ovuga otya? Olowooza lino kkubo lya muzeeyi wo!!?? Eh?”
She was wearing this mean macho face with her head tilted to one side and one arm akimbo, chest forward.
The driver looked like he wanted the earth to open its mouth and swallow him.
“Eno Kampala, si Kalangala!” Then she gave taxi a hot slap and executed an even hotter kick on the tires.
“Gweeeeee! Nja kusiba!!! she threatened before she moved out of the way and joined the “coward” on the other side.