The chief of the Ashantis bowed to the constable and graciously spun out 
another lengthy quotation from the fine print of the Common Economic Protocol. 
The constable kept
making a gesture that was somewhere between a nod and a perfunctory bow. Then 
the constable turned to Bud and said, very fast: "Are you a member of any 
signatory tribe, phyle, registered diaspora, franchise-organized quasi-national 
entity, sovereign polity, or any other form of dynamic security collective 
claiming status under the CEP?"