Mother Ann Uganda

Chapter one – Living my dream

toilet paper, just a hole in a concrete ground. Well, it was either going to the toilet in the latrine or wetting myself! I am not sure what would have been easier as still managed to wee all over my feet and shoes, oh how I giggled. Then came night time and the visit to the latrine was even harder, as I couldn’t even see where I was going as it was pitch black and there were no street lights. When I put my torch on I was
greeted by hundreds of cockroaches scampering around the walls and around the latrine. They were such horrible big things so I quickly did my business and made my way back, it certainly was a scary
experience, I didn’t want to hang around. The next experience was my shower, which was near to the latrine and where I had to stand in a small concrete space with my jerry can of water, pouring precious water over my head and body. Oh well, at least I didn’t smell anymore. My lovely Emm was so pleased to see me and loved looking after me, he is an amazing man and I value our friendship. After six years of talking to Emm, I was finally next to him. We decided to go and look outside so I opened the iron door and my eyes were wide open to what I saw. The young children sweeping, washing up and doing their chores before going to school. There was clean washing on the lines, (I have never seen such clean washing which had been done by hand), People were busy cooking and Living My Dream
the children were playing. This was all happening in one small street.
I looked at the houses joined onto each other and by this I mean one room joins another room and each of the houses lived the mother, the father and possibly up to six children; all living in such a small space. Emm is one of the lucky ones; his home has two small rooms, consisting of a living area and a sleeping area. Everyone cooks outside on the steps and the chickens, cows, goats and sheep pass by; it sure was a different sight to what I was used to seeing on my street back home. My first experience of Ugandan travel was a boda boda, this is like a motorbike, and they use them like taxis, ‘wow’ is all I can say! I had taken my life in my own hands. It was not very comfortable but it was the best way for me to travel as I have trouble walking. We travelled to Kampala, weaving in and out of the chaos of the traffic which I don’t think I can ever explain in this part of the world. All the drivers were blowing their horns at each other and they were all
bumper to bumper. How we did not crash I am still not sure, just pure madness. As we arrived in Kampala I noticed the city was filled with dust and fumes and was full of upheaval. Emm and Gerald showed me around and there were some very nice shops in what was a very large city. The first shock of my journey was finding a street

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