ave just recalled a situation in Uganda. Life was so tough in UG, it meant being a mukora or a thief. One evening, I and a Ugandan pal decided to stroll the streets of Kabalagala, we were so broke and hungry, some Muslims were praying in a strategically hidden Mosque, and as their norm, they leave shoes outside, we bought a gunia and hurriedly stashed very expensive shoes about 30 pairs then disappeared in a thin air, we sold the shoes and I will never forget the hangover I had the following two mornings.