The little houselet in this picture can be found attached, like a boil, to the wall of Tropical Africa Bank (or whatever mealymouthful Libyan Arab Uganda Bank is going by these days) Kampala.
This little house which, as you can see, has been defaced by a vandal, is on Kampala’s main street, that is to say. It is in a prominent, visible place.
Tropical Libyan Whatever Bank gave itself a pretty facelift, I remember, when it changed its name—they painted the walls and strung up banners and flags of funky green. Passers-by were impressed. They all whistled in awe as they passed. What a clean bank!
Until the vandal struck. Now we look at the thing and wonder what was going on in the mind of the policemen who are investigating the crime.
“I wonder how I will find the culprit. If only he had left a clue. Wait a minute. He did. He wrote his name on the crime!”
Oh boy. Even a photo
Dude, when they find you, say what’s up to Mukula.