By 7pm that Saturday Evening I was not sure whether I would
be travelling to Moroto the next day, that little known District in the North
Eastern Corner of Uganda, call it the Horn of Uganda. I was not sure because
first I needed quite a good sum of money to travel to Moroto, rent a house
there, buy household items for my new home and remain with some lose change to
survive for a week or two yet that money was not fourth coming, at least from
the expected sources. And for some reason I had drained my account the month
prior. Now add to that the fact that I hate borrowing and you will understand
the quagmire I was in at that particular moment.
