Before leaving, Miisi asked the councillors how far away the border with Tanzania was. “Get to the top of Nnakato’s hill and roll down the other end. At the bottom you’ll be in Tanzania.” Miisi whistled. “That’s what the British call a close shave. A slight wavering in the colonial pen and Nnakato would be Tanzanian.” “Would the Tanzanians let us claim our heritage?” “Ask Idi Amin what happened when he tried.”
