On the walk home from work yesterday in Gulu, we encountered two girls and their mom selling sugarcane and bananas in the middle of a campaign rally for a district commissioner. Although there was complete chaos around us while these photos were being taken, marching bands playing, motorcycles honking, people yelling, babies crying, and rain about to pour down, time seemed to stand still for these beautiful […]
This past weekend, I hopped on a bus from Gulu to Kampala, the capital of Uganda. Let me explain a little about the bus system here. First, you catch a “boda boda” (motorcycle taxi) from the house, with your pack on your back and your boda boda driver holding the rest of your things. This is always slightly terrifying because […]
On one of of my first trips out into the field I was lucky enough to encounter this wonderful old man, whose family told me that he has “100 plus many years.” The word Muzzae roughly means old man. I’d say he fits that description.
Earlier this week I was sent to Pajule, a town north of Gulu where the smaller IC office is, for a photo project. I went with Simon, one of the IC drivers, and learned so much about the history of the area and the struggles he and his family dealt with during the conflict. Simon and I gearing up for […]