The Monitor (Kampala)
18 January 2008
He speaks softly; his sentences tend to taper off toward the end, like somebody short of breath. He bears a fleeting resemblance with the late Ugandan poet, Okot p'Bitek. If there were people who did not know this man, we now all know who he is, thanks to queues for fuel that came at short notice and were felt right up to Burundi.
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