Livingstone, my (Gerry's) boyhood Scottish hero, would have been ashamed of me. There I was sitting in the Source (of the Nile) Cafe tucking into a long-awaited and much-appreciated meal of sausage, eggs and chips, while this poor man endured 22 bouts of malaria as he spent his whole life in search of the elusive source of the Nile and never did find the place. No such problems today as this place is now a muzungu (white person) magnet. (We won't mention the fact that recent explorers think the source of the Nile is actually in Rwanda, as my friend Jean from Rwanda always maintained!) He would, however, have been happier with me regarding my setting up a business as he was an avid follower of the 3 'C's creed - Christianity, Commerce and Civilisation. He
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