One day 10 years ago, in 2002. I was walking along Lake Victoria shores on Ssese Island. I was undecided over what form of transport would take me from this island back to the main land. As I was walking and conversing with the local fisher men, I realized someone was calling me by my pet-name. This name was known by very few people, among whom must be those who saw me grow up to 7 years when it was no longer used because I had then grown permanent teeth! The person who was calling me was the leader of the fishing community and up to today it is still amazing how he was able to recognize me after so many years. My father gave him some money back then to start a business of ferrying people by boats on a very different shore of Lake Victoria. He became so successful in the 30 years or so he has been in business. He now traverses Lake Victoria as he supervises his fleets of small boats and fish businesses. He eventually helped me get a ride in one of the boats that was returning to the main land.