For some reason, I almost always notice children that live in Kampala.
I saw a little girl brushing her teeth. She would raise the yellow slightly heavy jerrycan (formerly contained Golden Fry oil) to her mouth. Then came the projectile spit into the road.
Then a 12 year old girl telling off a 10 year old boy on their way to school, “I have said, don’t talk to me” with her nose up in the air.
The four year old boy walking with his 3 year old sister in hand. They stop and wait of every car to pass by. If you are driving a Terrano, Nissan Mistral or one of those big trucks and they darted into the road – you wouldn’t see them.
The Makerere College boy riding his bicycle to school. He has to leave home early, so that he can ride at his own pace.
This morning, one of my friends sent me a link to a site that I hear has some of the best pictures…boston.com/bigpicture. Anyway, the pictures though really good, bring you back to reality: the ones below are of children in the Philippines (A week ago, a typhoon landed)…Here’s the link to the whole set of pictures