28 August 2014
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"My mother and I did not have a good relationship, but we grew much closer after my daughter was born. Because I had no idea what I was doing. When the baby was born three months early, my mom slept at the hospital with her."

(Kampala, Uganda)
28 August 2014
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"They sometimes ask me about their grandmother, and I only tell them about the good times. I don’t want to worry them with all the things my mother and I had to go through when I was growing up."
"What’s your fondest memory of your mother?
"We were so poor that every day she’d have to go out and try to find us some food. And on the days when she came home empty handed, she’d help us forget our hunger by putting on music and dancing for us."

(Jinja, Uganda)

28 August 2014
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"My brother and I got in a fight, and now he can’t get a job. So he’s actually convinced I put a voodoo spell on him."

(Kampala, Uganda)
28 August 2014
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"The landlord doesn’t care how much furniture you’ve sold this month."

(Kampala, Uganda)

27 August 2014
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"A few days before she died, my mom called us all together and told us that she’d had a dream. She said that she dreamed she had died, and that she met my dad in heaven. She begged my dad to let her stay with him, but he told her: ‘You have to go back. Or there will be nobody to raise our kids.’ Three days later she got a very bad ache in her stomach, and we rushed her to the hospital. She lived for about a week, but she was unconscious the entire time. It was Christmas time, so on Christmas Eve I went and sat by her bed. At one point she sat up, opened her eyes, and looked right at me. I said: ‘Mom! Mom! Mom!’ But she laid back down, closed her eyes, and never opened them again.”

(Jinja, Uganda)

27 August 2014
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"What’s your greatest struggle as a teacher?"
"I have to be strict to help them improve. But if I’m strict, they think I’m against them."

(Kampala, Uganda)

27 August 2014
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"Who’s the better player?"
"I am. He’s too scared to sacrifice his pieces. He hasn’t learned that sometimes you need to lose two to gain three."

(Kampala, Uganda)

27 August 2014
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"Do you remember the proudest you’ve ever felt of your daughter?"
"At church one Sunday, the preacher was giving a sermon about nonviolence. Afterwards we were walking home, and she saw another child getting hit by her mother. She tugged on my sleeve, and said: ‘Mom, the preacher said not to do that.’"

(Kampala, Uganda)

27 August 2014
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I asked the mother for a photo, but she said the decision was up to her son. So I asked the boy. He stood up, walked over, looked me up and down, and said: “Prove to me you’re not a terrorist.”

(Kampala, Uganda)

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

27 August 2014
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"I was seven years old when it happened. It was about 9 pm at night. We heard the neighbors screaming so we knew that the rebels were in the village. There were many people visiting in my house at the time, so all the men gathered in the main room. We had no guns, only knives. Soon the dog started barking, then we heard footsteps, and then we heard a knock on the door. They started calling for my father to come out. We didn’t answer, so they started shooting into the house. Everyone pushed against the door to try to keep it closed, but they knocked it down. My father saw that he couldn’t run, so he gave himself up. They took him away. Then they gathered all the men and boys, and marched us out of the back of the house. My brother tried to jump and climb up on the roof, but they saw him and shot him. I knew I had to try something different, so I waited until we were rounding a corner, and I jumped into a bush, and I kept crawling until I reached the other side, then I got up and ran. I ran all the way to the neighbor’s house, but they turned me away and locked the door. So I hid all night in the graveyard. The next day I returned to my house. They’d taken everything. They dumped my sick mother onto the floor and took her mattress. I found my father’s body in the barn. They’d cut off his arms and his legs.”

(Kampala, Uganda)

27 August 2014
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"I dropped out of college to start my own business. Some study the roots, and others pick the fruits."

(Kampala, Uganda)

26 August 2014
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"Even if you punish her, she’s singing two minutes later."

(Nairobi, Kenya)

25 August 2014
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"I want to be a pilot."
"What will be the hardest part about being a pilot?"
"When the plane crashes."

(Nairobi, Kenya)

25 August 2014
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"I’m trying to penetrate the market."

(Nairobi, Kenya)

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