If you were anywhere in Kampala last weekend, you probably noticed something strange. People—actual, busy, Kampala people—were stopping mid-stride, turning their heads, and whispering like they’d just seen a ghost. But it wasn’t a ghost. It was something much bigger. A sleek convoy rolled through town like a presidential motorcade, complete with G-Wagons, bodyguards in black suits, and a limousine at the center of it all. Kampala traffic (which is already a disaster on a good day) came to a standstill. Boda riders forgot they had passengers, street vendors stopped selling, and influencers fumbled with their phones, desperately trying to go live before their data bundles betrayed them. “Eh! Who is that?” a boda guy asked, balancing on his bike like a circus act. “Maybe another tycoon has arrived,” a street vendor muttered, adjusting her bananas like they were about to be sold to royalty. But this wasn’t a politician or some secret billionaire. It was Chairman’s E...