Uganda 2007-09

From Baganda to Karamodjong

“ My salary sustains ten orphans“, says 27 years old driver Achiles who works in Uganda - Czechoslovak hospital in Buikwe. “My mum is the one who takes care of them. The children were left by my brothers who died of AIDS“, continues Achiles while carefully avoiding one of many potholes on Buikwe-Lugazi marram road. “One of my sisters in law was shot by the police. Another one got remarried. She moved away and left all her children behind. Her new husband did not want them“, says Achiles shaking his head. “So, here we are, my mum and me struggling to bring up the children well“, he concludes with a proud voice.

Almost every Ugandan has a similar story to tell. Nevertheless, visually Uganda is not a depressive country. Full bodied colours can be seen everywhere; in the country side, inside the houses and on people’s cloth. Ugandans, although stemming from many different tribes, they share one thing in common – jovialness of life, they love to laugh, sing, dance and produce many children.

More pictures coming..