Fifth in a series I took a walk away from Kagugu, best known for its large, gated houses, a pleasant area in the quiet of early morning, and headed towards the other extreme — mud houses, dank alleys, women along the red dirt street selling small green peppers strewn on blankets in the dust. I ventured away from the main road in between tight homes straddling crevices scarred by rain and into fields where kids played barefoot with toys made of sticks and rubbish, and men cut away the dry earth into blocks l … (read more)
