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
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