|Children learning - statue on the roundabout at Gulu|
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
|The 1st tee.|
|A view of bunkers from the first tee.|
|A bit of swamp they didn't drain.|
|Carefully does it.|
|In the rough, but fortunately not in the pond.|
|A long drive down the 1st fairway, Godfrey keeping a good eye out.|
|That should do it...|
|Quite a pleasant walk...|
|Well, at least some of the land is put to good use!|
|This should do it.|
|Or, perhaps this.|
|Or this. Well, perhaps not.|
Saturday, July 23, 2011
|Dreaming of Uganda under a Yorkshire sun.|
|Is that an impala or a small child with an umbrella?|
The concept of what constitutes 'drought' is clearly relative, as is the concept of what constitutes a ‘rainstorm’. As I drove into Glasgow, the heavens opened, the rain poured down and lightning streaked across the sky. ‘Monsoon rains,’ said the television commentator on BBC Scotland. Well, not quite. Come to Uganda and I’ll show you rain! We may have had unreliable rainfall this year, but when rain comes it rains properly!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
- A ‘Good Samaritan’ had observed the same child on consecutive weeks selling boiled maize late at night in central Kampala. The first time, seeing the child with tears running down his cheeks, he bought the entire contents of his basket. The second time, he took him to the police station. The boy told the police that he lived with his aunt and uncle outside the city centre and got punished if he didn’t sell all the maize. Once the maize was sold, he then had to walk home. He had dropped out of P2 as there was no money for school fees. His mother had abandoned him when he was a toddler, leaving him at his father’s house in one of the Kampala slums. The story finished, ‘Sekitoleko wants a Good Samaritan to take him back to school. He can be reached on…’
- Two brothers were abandoned by their father after their family was evicted, and taken to the police by another Good Samaritan.
- A child from DR Congo had made his way to Kampala by bus, a journey of at least 500 miles, looking for his mother. He did not know her name.
- A 16 year old girl was told by a relative to come to Kampala for school fees but when she got here he had switched his phone off.
- A 13 year old girl who had dropped out of P2 as her mother could not afford the fees was handed over to a woman who came to her family home. Instead of being taken to school as she thought, she ended up as a maid looking after the woman’s children. When she objected, she was thrown out. She wants to go back to her mother.
- A 10-year old lost his way in a city slum as he looked for his father. His mother had already abandoned him and he had been living with his grandmother in another slum.
PS. Since I wrote this I have found out that each area of Kampala has a police child protection team - I must get the number!
You may also be interested in the post Growing up in Uganda
African Network for Protection and Prevention of Child Abuse and Neglect (ANPPCAN) - Uganda Chapter
Monday, July 4, 2011
|Hon Joyce Mpanga on the left and Beverley Nambozo on the right|
|Sophie Alal reading her poem.|
You may also like to read:
Unjumping by Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva, erbacce-press 2010
Song of Lawino and Song of Ocol by Okot p'Bitek, East African Publishers Ltd
Dawn of the Pearl: A new sun rising over Uganda, by Acaye Elizabeth Pamela, KEBU Advocacy thru Art Initiative, 2006