| Amina Nayiga: I am from Bwanga. I get up at about 5 a.m. and tak a 20 liter canister to get water. After that I wash myself, say my prayers, then go to school. I don't eat breakfast because I have no time to prepare it. I go home for dinner. On Saturdays and Sundays I have to work in the garden, because I come home too late from school on other days. |
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| Rashida Nalubegga: I am 11 years old, my father is named Medi Ssenabukya. I live with my aunt in a two-person family in Kabanga, about 2 kilometers from the school. |
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| Ben Yiga: I was playing soccer and hurt my foot on a rock. My wounds are being treated with herbs. It's taking a long time. Rita, Ben's sister, goes to the same school. Her mother has six children: one boy and 5 girls. They earn their living by selling plantains (cooking bananas) and raising pigs. Plantains (Matooke) are the staple food in Buganda, the largest tribal area of Uganda. But sometimes the dry period is so long that the population has to resort to seasonal vegetables like Cassava or sweet potatoes, which grow poorly in this area. Rita's mother has thought about raising chickens, but the five to six months required before they can be sold is too long for her to go without earnings. |
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![]() Water is fetched with the canister, Such a barrel is used for washing |
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| Irene Nassamula: I suffered from Malaria a year ago, and the treatment made me sicker: the injection made my leg lame. Sometimes the leg hurts a lot, but sometimes it's ok. My parents are treating me now. |
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Cathy Nabanja: Cathy's mother brews the traditional beer and weaves baskets to earn money for her children. She also has a few animals: goats and pigs. But the animals have health problems; most of the goats have died recently. She says that the price for goats is quite good lately: about 20,000 Ugandan schillings (10 €) for one. The animal is about 3 years old before it can be sold. Cathy's mother also tells that there are not many mosquitoes in this area; the children sometimes get sick anyway. She brings them to Kitovu Hospital, one of the largest hostpitals in the area (it's more like a medical ward). |
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