The lived experience is the best teacher. In 1998, my brother returned from the City. He told us great stories of City life and one which challenged my understanding was a front door thatopened itself for him when he went in front of it. With my limited exposure, I could not believe it. “You mean there is magic in Kampala City?” I asked him to which he simply replied, “technology, my bro. Technology.”  Two years I got the opportunity to visit the City and my request was “first take me to that door that opens itself for you by just going in front of it.” And he…