This is how for years the old leather bag has hanged. Squeezed inside were papers that passed as less important, perhaps with better documents gone. Aimed for destruction after a clean-up, my interest in Lulogooli brings them to light. It is clearer to me that a name and land or cash are the least of an inheritance you can pass down to your progeny. You can buy your own land, make your own name but you will remain in the dark if your family or community development history is hidden from you – which is the invaluable self-awareness.  My grandfather died suddenly in 1992 at 74 years. He was just getting the best of his engagements as a community leader. I was one and half years. I am told of how committed to act he was, how he faced my maternal family and ensured that I was raised in strong paternal belonging. In the gazy eyes of my infant life, our eyes locked. I live to honor his name.  As I went through the brown papered oxidized files, I appreciated that he had sat down an...