The Monitor (Kampala)
6 September 2008
I almost met my creator last week (I swear I am not making this up) courtesy of some ka minute piece insect that for lack of an "F" word I will call a mosquito. I always thought mosquitoes respected the son of Nebbi because every time they flew in my direction, I just ignored them and they would bite, suck out, then black out - dead drunk of course!
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