Uganda, April 12 -- I have nothing against the Eid week other than my disappointment in today's Hajjs and Hajjats. In the good old days, my great grandfather, a one Bwana of Lukuli used to spoil the whole division of Makindye. We would all gather at his home on such days and eat until the sun came down. The one thing I dreaded was the 'lusaniya' and its politics.

Sometimes your lusaniya would have that kid with mucus flowing, or some strategic players that dealt with all the big meat pieces as you busied with the pilau. Thank goodness for my connections at an early age, I would be exempted from the politics of the lusaniya. My great grandfather had been one of the richest transporters in the Amin era. In his compound were remnants of his...