Uganda, March 8 -- I decided to redeem my brand last week and spoke myself out of foxing my friend on a planned trip to Arua. Deep down, I convinced myself that I am better than you people who bolt out of group trips at the last minute. That is how I found myself on the Nile Star buses to Arua (scared about my ka-little sickness) and took on this eight-hour journey.

Of course, I was also disappointed in my wider circle of friends. They can pop bottles, but they cannot charter me to Arua. Imagine dear reader, would it not read better that your celebrated philosopher-king used a ka plane to Arua? Or you think these are rights accorded to only Nnalongo and Ssalongo?

Luckily the moment I stepped on the bus, my sickness disappeared. And my t...