Uganda, March 29 -- I had some time on my sleeves this week, so I decided to drive to Mityana and surprise one of my uncles. This road must have the most traffic officers per capita. I kept playing my chances wondering at what point I would be stopped. Indeed, one finally stopped me. He asked for my driving permit before commenting; 'but us in Teso, we do not have Rs in our names, where are you from?' I told the Afande that it would be a long story.

The Afande insisted on the story, and I cooked something people. Life is about cooking. At the end of the cooking, he was such a happy man. Like a true comrade, he fisted me, aka kubongad with me and told me to go. He even reminded me that I should check out one of my brake lights. At this ra...