I still remember the year 2000 as if it were just last week. That was the year I completed my Ordinary Level Education at Bishop Angelo Negri College in Gulu, a city in the North of Uganda. Back then, there was a belief in northern Uganda that if you wanted to truly make it academically, you had to attend school in the central region, especially in Wakiso and Kampala. Schools in the central region were seen as academic powerhouses – thanks to the legacy of colonialism. And like many students from the north, my cousin Ocen and I were swept up in that belief. So, with our minds full of hope and bags packed with ambition, we set off to Kampala to look for admission to some of the "powerful" schools. The problem? We had no direct admission into any government school, which was our preference. And we didn't know Kampala well at all. I had last been there in the early '90s, and Ocen had only passed through once. To make matters worse, we had no relatives in the city, ...
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