In 2009, I had the honour of masquerading as President Mwai Kibaki’s son, and in a foreign country to boot. But before Mlolongo Police detectives barrel into cars and head to my residence at breakneck speed, guns and handcuffs ready, let me explain.
I was working for an international NGO then and we were on a trip to Uganda to, uh, inspect development projects. Our host, a State agency chief, detailed one of his deputies to chaperon our delegation which made us feel like conmen because VIPs we certainly were not.