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Uganda

Uganda

In the slums of Kampala -- among the harshest in the world -- children navigate a world of scarcity. Orphaned by AIDS, they wake each day to survive: to find water, to find safety, to hold onto one another… And I was there to bear witness.

UGANDA

In the maze of Kampala’s slums, children orphaned by AIDS grow up on the move — running, hiding, surviving together in the absence of everything. No parents. No roof. No plan. Then came an idea: not just a school, but a home. A Christian non-profit group from the U.S. raised the funds. We arrived to document it all as the doors opened — to witness not just a new building, but a new life…

Kampala

Kampala is a city within a city—corrugated, tangled, and alive. More than four million souls call this place home, where poverty isn’t a statistic but the air they breathe, the walls they touch, the chaos they navigate each day.

The Maze

Kampala is a city within a city—corrugated, tangled, and alive. More than four million souls call this place home, where poverty isn’t a statistic but the air they breathe, the walls they touch, the map they navigate each day.

What the Wind Finds

From a distance, it looks like hardship without end.

Two boys, cautious, gaze my way, Part defiance, part play.

But stay a moment longer.

They watch out for each other.

And somehow, despite it all, their world still holds beauty.

What Holds

From a distance, it looked like hardship without end. But within the narrow paths, they cling to each other, care for each other –and in spite of everything, there is beauty.

Where Sickness Lives

A narrow drain between streets, carved by feet and rain. When the storms come, water rushes through — dark, tainted, and sometimes all there is to drink. I stood at the edge, knowing: this is where sickness lives.

Back to the Source

They passed me at dawn, backs bent under yellow weight. I rose and followed — not their path forward, but the story behind them, to where the water began.

The Well

At the edge of the morning, they drew the day’s supply — small hands lifting for an entire household. This was the source, and they carry a family’s survival.

Red Threads

Two school girls in matching red –walk toward a future their families made possible. Where there is support, even hardship bends to hope, and the path to school becomes a thread pulled forward.

The Ones Who Hide

Orphaned by AIDS, they run, hide, and sleep wherever they can.

We rarely see them—not because they’re gone, but because they’ve learned to vanish.

Still, they find each other. It’s how they survive.

The Angel

She passed in a blur — barefoot, in a white dress, light catching her like a breath. I only saw her for a moment, but the Angel remained. A flicker of hope. A whisper of grace in the dust. And Then it Was Sunday. The church overflowed — bare feet, bright dresses, voices rising as one. When you have nothing, you bring what you do have: prayer, presence, and the strength to sing. Preparing for school, the children get new shoes.

And Then There Was Sunday

The church overflowed — bare feet, bright dresses, voices rising as one. When you have nothing, you bring what you do have: prayer, presence, and the strength to sing.

Finally. The First Day of School

They run from their dormitory in new blue shirts and stiff new shoes — barely broken in, already full of purpose. It wasn’t just the first day of school. It was the first day of everything.

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