A CEO of one of the manufacturing companies gave me an appointment to meet him at 10:00 am. On the dot, I was at his office reception despite the Kampala traffic jam. To his word, he came out, exchanged pleasantries and called his colleague, Chief Finance Officer to meet me on his behalf. That is when things suddenly changed.  This folk, a masculine man, with glasses in his mid-50’s asked me to follow him to his office. After opening and closing several doors, we arrived. “You are Mustapha, right.” Yes, I am Mustapha Bernabas. Eh! Bernabas. Mustapha? I don’t understand.…