[Globetrotting]: Tour of Bwaise, Uganda
By Sacha Howarth at Million Person Project
I woke up at 5 a.m., surrounded by mosquito netting. In the bunk below me, Heather shifted in her sleep and the netting pulled a bit where her feet pushed up against it. Outside, a rooster crowed, despite it still being pitch black outside, and I realized I was not going to be able to fall back asleep.
It was my first morning in Uganda, and as I lay there and contemplated surrendering to the jetlag by opening my book, I heard a strange sound coming from just outside my window: sshh sshh sshh. The window overlooked a modest courtyard between the main house and the guest house in the back. There was a small patio and a well kept loose gravel path leading between the houses, and where ordinarily there would have been grass, there was dirt, of the rich, red kind you find here in Uganda. I peeked through the window to spy a man – the night watchman –raking the dirt. Sshh sshh sshh sshh.



