On March 19th the New Vision in commemoration of
its 33rd birthday reproduced the inaugural edition.
The grainy, black and white production launched a multimedia
empire that now straddles the industry like a colossus.
In its first year the it had revenues of sh9.13m and made a
loss of sh9m. The company has seen better years but last year it registered
revenues of sh90.6b and a profit of sh2.3b.
The anecdotes of the companies’ first days would leave jaws
on the floor with amazement at how difficult it was to put out the eight-page
first edition.
These days the presses not only turn out the 40-plus page
New Vision but also the Luganda daily Luganda daily. On three other days
Orumuri, Etop and Rupiny are published alongside the two dailies.
It would be interesting to go back in time to put the media
house’s humble beginnings in context.
It was just under three months after the NRM had taken over power in January. Some people didn’t give the new government until the end of the year before it in turn would be turned out. There was still a sense of insecurity in the air. Days were kept short and the night life – clear, bitter and served out of a small glass, served as you sat on a rickety bench, was concentrated around people’s homes.
The New Vision’s whole print run was carried to town on the
head of a single porter. The Taxis on Jinja road were an infrequent occurrence
and the company did not have a vehicle to its name. And maybe couldn’t afford
the fair for the porter?
The newspaper’s sh300 cover price could not have stayed that
way for long with inflation raging at 240 percent, meaning prices were doubling
every three months.
The paper sold a paltry 17,000 copies all year, that is less
than the daily sales of the New Vision or Bukedde today.
But then again who was buying?
The population was a third of its current size. GDP was a
paltry $3.9b. Today GDP stands at about $25b.
Not unlike today the buying public was concentrated around Kampala. The difference is that then there were no readers outside Kampala. Copies of the newspaper that would one day boast was the leading daily trickled up country along the bus and taxi routes, not always whole, often as wrapping for everything from meat to underclothing...
Besides it was near impossible to have national coverage of
the newspaper as it was a nightmare getting around on the 1,500km of roads, a
number that was unchanged since 1971. They were so badly riddled with the
portholes that normal traffic rules did not apply as drivers weaved left and
right to choose the more benign porthole that their car could tolerate.
As if the distribution issues weren’t a challenge almost
half the economy was operating in the non-monetary economy, basically that people
were battering goods and services rather than using cash for payment. It is
unlikely though that the New Vision would accept eggs in exchange for a copy –
eggs don’t lend themselves to the rules of double entry. I wonder how much an egg cost?
It was nice to see the commissioning of the 183 MW Isimba
dam last week. With one stroke we turned on three times the amount of power
that we were capable of generating in 1986. No surprise then that apart from
the printers unable to read the Russian manuals for the presses, the frequent
power outages were such that it took more than a week to produce the two sheet
paper.
But then again electricity demands were not that high. The only need for power in the newsroom then was for the bulbs. The typewriters were all manual and even the tea was brewed in a tin kettle on a sigiri behind the printer. Oh yes. The presses run on power.
You know what they say about work expanding to fill the
hours, the same can be said for appliances multiplying to take advantage of the
new power generated. So now we have PCs, TVs, mobile phones, electric kettles,
fridges and even the lighting – fluorescent tubes, are many multiples of the
handful of dim bulbs that attempted to light the newsroom.
Of course their downsides to this growth of the New Vision
in tandem with the economy. In 1986 the workers of the new vision lived in
places like Mbuya, Kololo, Naguru and Ntinda. They needed to because they
either walked or rode bicycles to worker.
There were no cars in the car park and the surrounding
streets were so empty, it is not hard to imagine tumbleweed rolled down the
street, helped along by the wind, unhindered by cars to break its progress. Now
the company’s pool cars and staff have filled the car park and flowed out into
the street, dominating Industrial Area’s first and third streets. Mostly second
hand Japanese types. Maybe in another 30 years we will have brand new European
sedans in their place.
As a result, the New Vision worker is no longer lean and dark from continuous exposure to the elements but soft and light from travelling while seated in their cars or from riding in the taxis or bodas to and from work.
We have come a long way at the New Vision and as a country
and the good old days weren’t all that.