JB Trip
JB turns up a bit late in his rather battered truck. He always sleeps with his truck when he travels with a consignment. ‘Precious cargo man!’ beats his chest and readjusts his drooping khaki shorts with a wide smile.
‘Hi JB I’ve been up to the border by car but never all the way to Kampala. It’ll be quite a trip!’
‘It’ll be a few days over roads that are rough in places and rather precipitous in others’ he warns me. ‘But I’ve made it every time. I’ve not been to the orphanage though but its not too far off the Kampala road. We’ll get there with St Christopher’s help!’ He taps the medallion around his neck.
‘He’s never let me down. Yet!’
He laughs. ‘Not trouble at the docks. The pick up went through smooth as butter this time! It’s not always that easy.’
I throw my bag onto the wide front seat and pull myself into the truck. It smells of of hot...