Linnea Ashley on August 31st, 2010

Iganga Town, UgandaAugust 31, 2010 There are some americanism, my inner mzungo so to speak, that I would presume are rigid and inflexible. I’d be wrong but I sometimes argue with myself that it is true. Personal space is one of those things. From my history I know that I can work through the concept […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 29th, 2010

It has been raining for hours, a symphony on a tin roof lulling to the patter of flowing tears. I should be sleeping. This is my favorite lullaby. The night wrapping me in a moist embrace and singing sweetly to me. But I find myself stingy with this unquiet. The electricity flashed away by a […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 25th, 2010

August 24, 2010Iganga Town, UgandaIf I were to map my town, take stock of people and places…really look and not simply let it pass me as I stroll, it would be full of sounds and color and scents. Even on a two dimensional piece of paper it would spring to life because life tends to […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 21st, 2010

August 21, 2010Iganga Town, UgandaI haven’t mastered this pseudo post-colonial era in africa. In truth, this is my first true interaction with the way things probably were. I have a high fence with broken bottles glittering in the sunlight to deter unwanted visitors. And if that fence fails I have an armed guard circling the […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 17th, 2010

It was the sound of distress. High pitched, I couldn’t quite figure out what it was or where it was coming from. Two young men looked back to where they’d just passed and, seeing nothing, continued.I stopped and peered in the pile of refuse perpetually piled on the side of that busy dirt road -children […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 15th, 2010

August 15, 2010Mabira, UgandaTired from the cold night huddled in a bed with three of my colleagues, a disconcerting dream lingering like the early morning dampness under forest cover, we trudged up the muddy incline leading to the road out of Mabira forest.A truck full of UVP interns and staff slowed to a stop, “iganga […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 1st, 2010

“did you see the governor of Arizona? Don’t you just love her?! I joined her facebook page.”I’d been trying not to eavesdrop- for once. Trying not to hear the louder than necessary conversation going on behind me. I realized I didn’t want any parts of it when I heard the tall matronly blonde tut-tutting something […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 24th, 2010

I hate being a tourist. I hate to see so many folks herded together to take the same photos and hear the same stories. To buy the same crafts and eat the same food. It is the sameness…the sameness and the impossibility of intimacy.Don’t get me wrong, I understand hustle. I know that my visit […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 24th, 2010

Once I got over the naked part the rest was easy.I took off my shoes, put on my flipflops, and smiled from my perch on the blue and white benches. Women, those who worked there and those there for the hammam (bath) themselves, watched me with bemusement. One of the stewards brought over a bucket […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 21st, 2010

The narrow winding streets of the medina are sheltered on both sides (and sometimes above) by shops; it is an ancient shopping mall of pretty much all things conceivable….living animals waiting to become meals, or their kin already slaughtered, silver, copper being made, rugs, tile. Whatever you need is nestled somewhere between one of the […]

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