I promised Nana to write an article for her blog over two years ago. Since then, many things have happened. At the time, we were at Nana’s house, with this dashing young lady from America with Ugandan blood flowing in her veins. At the risk of objectifying her, I will say she was a looker, the kind that makes you want to go down on your knees and promise her the world, including learning the Kazkh language. After a wonderful …