Kikati!
A blog to show my love for Uganda; The Pearl of Africa. Cheers! [this is secondary blog]

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Event: Euro-African Kampala Film Festival

Dates: 17-26th Feb (Opening ceremony at 7pm today)

Location: Theatre LaBonita

Free Entrance.

i’ll be going to this today!

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Bukoto White Flats.
Kampala, Uganda.

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Bukoto White Flats.

Kampala, Uganda.

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A lady selling newspapers outside the Makerere University fence.

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A lady selling newspapers outside the Makerere University fence.

Reblogged from blackculturefeed, Posted by blackculturefeed. Filed under: #Uganda #technology
blackculturefeed:

DAILY BEAST: Uganda’s Women are Creating the Next Generation of Girl Geeks - GirlGeekKampala is helping young women learn to program computers far from Silicon Valley, developing apps that will help their neighbors—and themselves. Read Story
Photo: Michele Sibiloni/AP

blackculturefeed:

DAILY BEAST: Uganda’s Women are Creating the Next Generation of Girl Geeks - GirlGeekKampala is helping young women learn to program computers far from Silicon Valley, developing apps that will help their neighbors—and themselves. Read Story

Photo: Michele Sibiloni/AP

A face like mine

eastafricaart:

I lie in a hospital bed No name to my face Abandoned babe, Small and skinny, Disease infested Death knocking- You stop Stare Move on. But I doubt you’ll forget a face like mine.

I sit at a busy street; Six year old beggar, Runny nose, Lice infested, Swollen belly, Hunger biting- You stare Walk by. But I doubt you’ll forget a face like mine.

I stand at the roadside; Twelve years I’ll make tonight, Too small my clothes, Skinny body, freezing cold Eyes popping n all, Scared of the male prowlers You walk by- Pity and jeer. But I doubt you’ll forget a face like mine.

I squat in a seemingly abandoned toilet; Eighteen years last week, Metallic hunger down myself, Little foetus bleeding out- You see me, Call the police, Not the doctors! Gang up Beat me. But I doubt you’ll forget a face like mine.

I sit outside my slum; Twenty four years old last month, A limp in my walk, Broken bones n scars, Our kids’ hiding- He’s back home, Their father! You whisper, Point fingers But I doubt you’ll forget a face like mine.

I am running away now; Thirty two years old two months ago My children with me Nowhere to go But am leaving The streets my friend… You despise me, Family wrecker, But I am leaving- And I doubt you’ll ever forget a face like mine.

I am lying on my death bed; Forty five years of age last November, My face too old for my age My body too frail to fathom My grandchildren- The few that approach me They love me! It’s all that matters. I am dying content I made peace with my God And now- you may forget a face like mine.

By Pamela Orogot
This poem came second in the 5th Babishai Niwe Poetry Awards

phyllium replied to your post: Aamito of Uganda wins Africa’s Next To…

I’m so proud of her omg I didn’t even know she was on this season <3

yes!!! so happy for her rn.

Aamito of Uganda wins Africa’s Next Top Model: After an emotional, 9-week rollercoaster, the final 3 were whisked away to New York City, where they had to impress the high-powered agents at one of the world’s top agencies: DNA Model Management. In the end, Aamito from Uganda reigns supreme, and now stands as the first-ever Africa’s Next Top Model. Congratulations, Aamito! (ANTM Africa)

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Jinja, Uganda.

Witch doctors. Kampala, Uganda. (Photographs by Daniel Ali)