Why South Sudan's antics can only be described as Mama Juba hating her neighbour’s children

It’s amazing how some events never leave one’s memory. When we were kids, the practice was that we would pop into each other’s homes for meals, much as our parents resented it.

Back then, we never understood something called ‘budgets’ or that it was not particularly good manners for a bunch of dusty ravenous kids popping in, uninvited, into someone’s house for lunch.