I watched a bodaboda rider die the other day

Bodabodas are the main means of transport for much of Uganda.  They are mostly small Chinese motorbikes.  I`d guess they are 80cc as they're much slower than the 125cc dirt bikes from my youth.  I have seen them carry groups of people, lumber, coffins, all manner of stuff.  Unfortunately the riders are generally poorly trained.  On the way from Kilembe to Kampala there was a small bongo truck and a car in front of us.  As we watched a bodaboda cut directly across the highway and in front of the bongo truck.  The truck lifted as if it had hit a large speed bump at speed.  Because of road work part of the highway was dirt.  This resulted in a a huge cloud of red dust.  The car before us swerved around the truck.  Through the dust cloud, we saw bits of shattered plastic spinning to the ground.  Our driver was quick to brake to avoid the accident.  We drove past in time to see the bongo come to rest on it's side after rolling.  The three occupants climbed out seemingly without serious injury.  There was no sign of the bodaboda or it's rider.  I doubt the guy ever knew what happened.  One moment he was cruising across the highway.  The next moment reality ended for him.  Our driver was pissed that the bodaoda riders do such dangerous and stupid things. It was all over in a matter of seconds.  We continued on our journey.  The following day, a friend and I hired bodabodas to take us across town to the taxi yard, for a lift to Jinja.  Such is life in Uganda.