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My Street

After an incredible run of 5 days in a row with electricity, this afternoon power went out.

I decided to make the most of my time and go for a little walk around the neighborhood.

I live on a small dirt road that has quite a few families. Most live in round grass thatched roofed houses without electricity or water, these are mostly the people displaced from their village by the insugancy. There is a policy in place to return most of the people living in these camps to their villages. Each family will be given 30 iron sheets for building a house and two oxen and a plow.

There's a borehole located nearby (behind my house), I haven't had a chance to check it out yet though, I'll save that walk for next time the electricity goes out. There's always a steady stream of women & kids with bright yellow plastic containers going for water (men don't fetch water, that's women's work).

My street is very quiet with almost no car traffic, of course its also has terrible potholes which probably keeps them away too. There is always a good stream of people walking and riding bikes so I have something to watch when I sit out on the porch.

here's my street in one direction:


and the other:


I am told that the area in which I live is called the senior quarter, but there is no shortage of kids around, and not many seniors.

One of he groups of homes near me:


and these guys really wanted to get their pictures taken, they were giving me their best movie star poses:


and of course once the camera comes out, soon there's a large group of children wanting to see themselves on the screen.




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so awesome

You really picked a good name for your blog. This big adventure always makes me smile. I particularly enjoy that you write about the ordinary details of living in Soroti without a bunch of editorial comment. For example the issue of dealing with the electricity has a great deal of practical value; ditto the ISP adventure.

Most of all the idea behind your adventure makes me cheer. Home grown programmers are key to bridging the digital divide. I can't help but imagine that the innovative ways that Africans mash-up information and communications tools and applications will have impacts on the whole World Wide Web.

Keep having fun and thanks for your chronicles.