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From the field
A gift becomes a table.
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Christmas 2019, a green bag at the door
Staff in the Africa-map shirts deliver a food hamper on 25 December 2019. The woman at the centre holds the bag with both hands. Hunger is not seasonal in the ghettos; a feast day is when we make sure the table is not empty.
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A green bag at the mat
Director Nalubega Fausta kneels in the Africa-map polo and places a hamper into an elder’s hands. Matooke in a basin, greens on a sack, family on the brick. Food ministry is a visit, not a drop-off.
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He carried the bag home
A boy in the orange Africa-map shirt holds the green hamper beside his mother, while a staff member in the grey polo stands with them against a brick kitchen. The child is part of the errand, not a prop in it.
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At the timber door
Staff stand with a hamper among children at a timber-and-iron house. A radio on the ground, Crocs in the red soil, a dog at the edge of the frame. Hunger in the ghettos has an address.
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The map on her back, walking
The official shirt, photographed from behind: food, hygiene, beds, medical, hope, clean water, houses, sanitation, shoes and clothing, education, dignity — and a green bag in her hand, walking an elder home through the coffee trees.
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A plate, held with both hands
A girl in a red velvet dress holds a blue bowl of rice, matooke, stew and pumpkin. The kitchen is behind her. This is what the food ministry is for — a child who eats, and grins about it.
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Waiting at the kitchen gate
Children line the metal gate while a cook works the pots. Food ministry is often this ordinary: a queue, a kitchen, a meal that will be eaten standing in the yard.
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Lifted from the dust
A staff member in the Africa-map shirt lifts a toddler at a tomato stall. Food, hygiene, beds, medical, hope — the map on the shirt is the week’s work, held in two hands.
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Green bags in the street
Director Nalubega Fausta and the team hand out green hampers in a neighbourhood lane. Children crowd in. Neighbours lift the bags over their heads. Hunger in Makindye has an address, and on this day the address was full of joy.
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A hamper at the hut
Staff kneel at a thatched hut with a green bag, matooke already in a basin. Food ministry is a visit, not a drop-off.
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A plate, held with both hands
A boy in a red España shirt grins over rice, matooke, cabbage and stew. This is what the food ministry is for — a child who eats, and grins about it.
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The pots in the banana garden
Staff lift the lids on two great pots — posho, stew, banana leaves. A meal for a school or a compound starts here, over charcoal, before it reaches a plate.
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Rice, matooke, a grin
A boy in an orange shirt holds a red plate — rice, chicken, matooke, cabbage. Food ministry is not a speech. It is a child who eats, and looks up.
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Another plate, another child
The same kitchen, another neighbour. A red shirt, a red plate, stew and rice. The queue at the gate is how a compound knows the house came.
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The courtyard, full of matooke
Green bags of bananas cover the tiles in front of the canteen and the mural of mercy. Staff in the Africa-map shirts stand in the middle of it. Hunger in Makindye has an address, and on this day the address was a harvest.
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A bowl in a compound
Staff in the map shirts serve posho from a basin while children wait with plates. A timber house, a queue, a green bowl. Food ministry is this close, and this ordinary.
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A bunch, a green bag, a gate
A neighbour carries a bunch of matooke. A staff member in the yellow map shirt carries the green bag. The black gate of the house is behind them. The walk home is the ministry.
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Rice, held close
A boy in an orange shirt holds a plate of rice and stew. The grin is the whole report.
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A plate, a yellow dress, a grin
A girl in a yellow dress holds a plate of rice, chicken and greens. Food ministry is not a speech. It is a child who eats, and looks up.
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The same kitchen, another child
A girl in a cream jumper holds her plate and looks straight at the camera. The queue at the gate is how a compound knows the house came.
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Head down, eating
The work does not always wait for a photograph. Sometimes a child is already eating.
