Slums of Kampala, Uganda

Slums of Kampala, Uganda

 

Think how you may about these slams, their streets frightening, ghettos sounded by sudden violent spaces, with a smell of hell amidst a bright day.

 

How come, I ask myself…how may it be that I do not remember myself here; I do now…. as a child, walking barefoot perhaps on broken glasses, going on open latrines hoes, sewage in the front yard; the way of flies at a festival

 

It is how it is here in Natete, Nakulabye, Bwaise, Kawempe, Kamokya, Kasubi, Kawala, Kikoni, Kibuye, Kansanga, Namuwongo, Kinawataka,

 

Perhaps since my being lacked fullness here; I had to lead a different direction; beyond my birth boarders and the evening sun above these ghettos….

 

 

I must have went far away from here, I must have grown up in the land of concrete spaces; sky scrapper made of glassing and washrooms made of marbles, beautiful lawns, well lit streets and people with smiles as whites as snow. But I still remember myself in these slams…for example I remember my mother here, I remember my first steps here!

I (Jeremy Jjemba) took this picture in one of the slams in Kampala, around 2011