Uganda, Nov. 1 -- Like most big stories, this one began in a small way. In the mid-1980s, in a small, backward, nondescript, poverty-stricken excuse of a village somewhere in Busoga, one wedding has everyone talking.
The wedding is special, because unlike the usual array of bicycles only, this one has a car! The adults are impressed because a Mercedes, old though it be, has come to the village. The kids are not sure what a Mercedes is and all that; they are just happy that the green car, by whatever name called, has paid their village a visit. It is enough that it is a car!
Quite naturally, the excitement is fever pitch; and a few little boys, in torn clothing, venture towards the car. They want to touch it. Eventually, they actually touc...