New Kampala

Since Ive been here in Kampala, I have continued to see similarities with New York City.
For one, people are fairly rude in the streets, considering it’s an African society. As I walk through the streets people constantly stare, but don’t bother to greet you. This is definitely a New York City trait. Initially, I thought it was because they could tell I wasn’t from there, but then I realized that it was just their nature to observe people, but not bother to greet them. Even though I am American, and considered by other nationals to come from a rude society, I was bred in semi-southern hospitality. In my metropolitan area, it is courteous to greet and say hello to people you don’t know, especially if you catch them staring at you. It is not looked upon as odd to greet a stranger and you’ll even have strangers walk up to you and inquire about your day or ask if you’re alright if you don’t look kind enough in the face. So being who I am, whenever I catch someone staring at me, I smile or say hello, and I am greeted with an even blanker expression…
Another aspect of life in Kampala that immediately reminded me of New York is that immense traffic in the streets. The city is extremely overpopulated and streets are crowded at all times of the day. Pedestrians, cars, and motorbikes all fight to get through and no one is willing to give the other way. Instead of the streets being flooded with yellow cabs, they are filled with white minivan taxi buses. And just like in New York, automobiles do not respect pedestrians and will run you over. Taxi and motorbike drivers are constantly honking and cursing people out for walking on the streets, sometimes even the sidewalks. However, what’s even worse here is that there are no traffic signals so pedestrians are NEVER given the right of way and it’s every man for himself. I will never get used to crossing these streets and I’m constantly afraid of losing my life or a limb.
Kampala is also full of street vendors. You can buy almost everything on the streets and the nature of bargaining is similar to that of New York. If the vendor can tell that you’re not from the area, be prepared to pay an arm and a leg for everything. Certain locations also cater to certain goods. Wandegeya has the best and lowest priced braiders, while Owino is known for the amazing food market, and Nakasero has an immense collection of cloths and materials in every imaginable style for sewing.
Another aspect of Kampala life that is rampant and saddening is the amount of homeless people and beggars on the streets. On almost every street corner and in the main transportation centers, you find people peddling for money. They are so many of them, that they are largely overlooked.
Lastly, the night life here is amazing. Clubs and bars don’t close and they are everywhere. As in New York, spots in the deepest parts of the city are very overpriced and try extra hard to be exclusive, while the local spots are easier on the pockets, you feel most comfortable in, and you’re usually guaranteed to have a good time. But deejays are amazing and really take their jobs seriously.
I think that I couldn’t live in the center of Kampala for the same reasons that I couldn’t live in Manhattan. Life is entirely to hectic, loud, and fast paced for me. I appreciate being able to retreat to my borough, called Ntinda, and escape from it all.