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When bullets flew left, right and center, I knew it was my end. I didn’t have to go to Iraq or Kabul nor did I meet that horror in Garamba neither was I in Busia, it all found me at Top Bar. Guys, I knew I was dead; leaving my beautiful Yasmine, the twins and my first daughter Hawa but …

On Tuesday, about seven armed robbers raided my precious home and took off with all the money that I had at the moment. It seems one of my shaft mates tipped them that I am the richest cosmetics dealer in Uganda. “Where is the dime?” one of the armed robbers asked me. I immediately moved to the bedroom and pulled …