Uganda in the 1970s was a mood. A bad one. The law wore boots, carried a gun, and answered only to whispers from State House. Under Idi Amin, Big fish survived by eating louder, smaller fish and sometimes foreign ones, just to make a point. It was into this theatre of paranoia that Our freedom fighter Kung’u Karumba drove his brand-new Toyota Hilux, shiny, confident, and tragically unaware that Uganda did not respect logbooks, friendships, or our Kenyan bravado. Karumba was not small. He was our