THE POOR CITY CHILD
By Nankwanga Eunice Kasirye The pangs of a poor city child are never ending; the child doesn’t know the true meaning of being a child. The poor city child in Kampala knows no right to play, no right to learn from mistakes, no right to be forced into mid-afternoon sleep- the child literally crosses from being a baby into maturity. The Kampala poor child earns the food, the clothes, health care, school fees and everything that would look obvious. This is the child who dares all types of weather and all insecurity to earn his child hood. The poor child in Kampala knows no child mythical scare every child seems to go through during the innocent years- myths like:-Don’t cry or make noise at night the Night dancers will eat you…because making unnecessary noise at night is luxury to a poor city child Nakate (not her real name) is a poor city child, the first time I met her, was one of those wet cold evenings with heavy traffic jam in Kampala city. She was hawking sweet banana...