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\u200d”She\u2019s a Great, Great, Grandma<\/strong>“<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

By Ellis\u200d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe’ve been building a fire since seven this morning, but at ten we’ll be done,\u201d the brick baker said. It had already passed ten, but who cared, people aren\u2019t troubled by time in Uganda. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On my morning walk I passed a brick bakery and one of the workers explains me how it works. While he chatted on about the process a young guy walked up to us. Seeing my camera he got all exciting, swapped his native Lugandan for English, and says: \u201cI am also a photographer!\u201d His name is Agaba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seconds later he had his laptop out of his bag, showing me his work. Beautiful pictures of gorilla\u2019s \u2013 one of the largest tourist attractions in Uganda \u2013 and other monkeys, as well as some beautiful portraits of Ugandan natives. As he scrolled through he came upon a load of pictures of many, many kids. \u201cThey are from Kyela, an hour walking from here,\u201d he says, \u201cI have a permit to take pictures there. I can take you there, if you like.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I found that in bigger towns, like here in Masaka, people aren\u2019t to eager to be photographed. Agaba agreed: \u201cYou don\u2019t find many kids here, and people are afraid of the camera. In Kyela they know me, and they would love for you to come! All the kids would be so happy.\u201d Kids happy to have their pictures taken? I\u2019ve struggled to get good pictures of the Ugandan people so far, so I said I\u2019d love to!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"kids
Kids in Kyela love to be photographed.
<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

As I wake the next day, I\u2019m all excited. Excited for the chance to capture the beautiful faces of Ugandan villagers, and for the 1-hour walk it takes to get deep into the countryside. I open the curtains and the weather is not as exhilarated as I am. I send Agaba a message if we can still go. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, the sun will come out soon!\u201d When I open the gate to our compound for Agaba an hour later the rain starts to pour. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lucky for us, Agaba\u2019s father is willing to drive us to Kyela, so half an hour later we\u2019re bouncing down a bumpy road. It\u2019s good we still get to go, because Agaba says he\u2019s told the kids of the village we\u2019re coming and they are very excited. In fifteen minutes I get to see for myself; as we drive into town there are already quite some children waiting for us. We get out of the car and make our way through the crowd of kids into a house. That\u2019s where I meet her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nambogo Teddy is 90 years old, though she doesn\u2019t look the part. I joke that I can\u2019t believe it, she looks so fit! I quickly find out why: Nambogo is still a practicing midwife, delivering babies for almost 80 years. Aside from her job, she does so much for Kyela that the villagers nicknamed her Theresa, after the famous Mother. As I sit listening to her story I forget all about Kyela, stop thinking about the kids who are waiting; I want to learn more about Nambogo. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Portrait<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can take her picture, if you want,\u201d says Agaba. Before I get the time to do so, she\u2019s up and out of the room. When she returns she\u2019s wearing her best clothes. In her colourful dress she sits back down and the queen of Kyela is ready. As she sits on her throne I look at all the posters and pictures on the wall behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eye falls on one picture, on which is another beautiful woman. \u201cNambogo, my great grandmather, produced that woman,\u201d Agaba tells me, \u201cAnd that woman produced my mother, and she produced me.\u2019 I love that. Although I take some pictures of just Nambogo, her offspring is visible through that picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Portrait
Great, great Grandma in her livingroom.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

After that we go outside, only to return minutes later because of the rain. The room we\u2019re in is already overcrowded, but as we look outside we see more women and children running up the hill. They\u2019re coming to spend time with us. There are ever more people trying to crowd in, and I just want to know more about Nambogo. She doesn\u2019t speak a word of English, but Agaba translates well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Living
Living room of Great Grandma filled with kids from kyela.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

She has been a midwife since she was 13 years old, when her grandma taught her. She has had occasions where she helped women years older give birth. That time is far behind her. Nearly every child in this town was brought into the world by Nambogo. She helps the women who don\u2019t have money to go to the hospital, or who are in labour in the night. I ask her how much people in this room she has helped deliver. She looks around for a second and says: \u201cMany.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This great grandma sits and tells a story of a woman who was about to have her child. Already well into labour she was trying to get to Nambogo as fast as she could, but she didn\u2019t make it to the house. She gave birth right there in the red dirt streets of Kyela. Nambogo came to her in time, and the child was born healthy. \u201cI have never held a dead baby in my hands,\u201d she says. This comes as a surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another thing that takes me by surprise, although, regarding her age, I should\u2019ve known: Nambogo\u2019s eyes aren\u2019t well anymore. In one eye she\u2019s nearly blind, and the other is only slightly better. She says her hands just know what to do. The women in the room chime in: \u2018She could do it with her eyes closed,\u201d and, \u201cGod loves her, that\u2019s why she can still do this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A
Twins and their mother.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I sit, for a while, in this room, with this woman. This amazing woman. She\u2019s been helping deliver babies for more than twice as long as I\u2019ve been alive. She\u2019s not doing it for the money. She does it for free and if people are able to give something, they pay as little as 20.000 shillings (about \u20ac4,75) for her work. She\u2019s doing it, because this is what she has always done, because it\u2019s what she was made to do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\u2019ll keep delivering babies, seeing them draw their first breaths, until she draws her last. To me, that\u2019s amazing.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u200d”She\u2019s a Great, Great, Grandma“ By Ellis\u200d \u201cWe’ve been building a fire since seven this morning, but at ten we’ll be done,\u201d the brick baker said. It had already passed ten, but who cared, people aren\u2019t troubled by time in Uganda. On my morning walk I passed a brick bakery and one of the workers […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":740,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"off","_et_pb_old_content":"\n

\u200d\"She\u2019s a Great, Great, Grandma<\/strong>\"<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

By Ellis\u200d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe've been building a fire since seven this morning, but at ten we'll be done,\u201d the brick baker said. It had already passed ten, but who cared, people aren\u2019t troubled by time in Uganda. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On my morning walk I passed a brick bakery and one of the workers explains me how it works. While he chatted on about the process a young guy walked up to us. Seeing my camera he got all exciting, swapped his native Lugandan for English, and says: \u201cI am also a photographer!\u201d His name is Agaba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seconds later he had his laptop out of his bag, showing me his work. Beautiful pictures of gorilla\u2019s \u2013 one of the largest tourist attractions in Uganda \u2013 and other monkeys, as well as some beautiful portraits of Ugandan natives. As he scrolled through he came upon a load of pictures of many, many kids. \u201cThey are from Kyela, an hour walking from here,\u201d he says, \u201cI have a permit to take pictures there. I can take you there, if you like.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I found that in bigger towns, like here in Masaka, people aren\u2019t to eager to be photographed. Agaba agreed: \u201cYou don\u2019t find many kids here, and people are afraid of the camera. In Kyela they know me, and they would love for you to come! All the kids would be so happy.\u201d Kids happy to have their pictures taken? I\u2019ve struggled to get good pictures of the Ugandan people so far, so I said I\u2019d love to!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"kids
Kids in Kyela love to be photographed.
<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

As I wake the next day, I\u2019m all excited. Excited for the chance to capture the beautiful faces of Ugandan villagers, and for the 1-hour walk it takes to get deep into the countryside. I open the curtains and the weather is not as exhilarated as I am. I send Agaba a message if we can still go. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, the sun will come out soon!\u201d When I open the gate to our compound for Agaba an hour later the rain starts to pour. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lucky for us, Agaba\u2019s father is willing to drive us to Kyela, so half an hour later we\u2019re bouncing down a bumpy road. It\u2019s good we still get to go, because Agaba says he\u2019s told the kids of the village we\u2019re coming and they are very excited. In fifteen minutes I get to see for myself; as we drive into town there are already quite some children waiting for us. We get out of the car and make our way through the crowd of kids into a house. That\u2019s where I meet her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nambogo Teddy is 90 years old, though she doesn\u2019t look the part. I joke that I can\u2019t believe it, she looks so fit! I quickly find out why: Nambogo is still a practicing midwife, delivering babies for almost 80 years. Aside from her job, she does so much for Kyela that the villagers nicknamed her Theresa, after the famous Mother. As I sit listening to her story I forget all about Kyela, stop thinking about the kids who are waiting; I want to learn more about Nambogo. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Portrait<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can take her picture, if you want,\u201d says Agaba. Before I get the time to do so, she\u2019s up and out of the room. When she returns she\u2019s wearing her best clothes. In her colourful dress she sits back down and the queen of Kyela is ready. As she sits on her throne I look at all the posters and pictures on the wall behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eye falls on one picture, on which is another beautiful woman. \u201cNambogo, my great grandmather, produced that woman,\u201d Agaba tells me, \u201cAnd that woman produced my mother, and she produced me.\u2019 I love that. Although I take some pictures of just Nambogo, her offspring is visible through that picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Portrait
Great, great Grandma in her livingroom.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

After that we go outside, only to return minutes later because of the rain. The room we\u2019re in is already overcrowded, but as we look outside we see more women and children running up the hill. They\u2019re coming to spend time with us. There are ever more people trying to crowd in, and I just want to know more about Nambogo. She doesn\u2019t speak a word of English, but Agaba translates well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Living
Living room of Great Grandma filled with kids from kyela.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

She has been a midwife since she was 13 years old, when her grandma taught her. She has had occasions where she helped women years older give birth. That time is far behind her. Nearly every child in this town was brought into the world by Nambogo. She helps the women who don\u2019t have money to go to the hospital, or who are in labour in the night. I ask her how much people in this room she has helped deliver. She looks around for a second and says: \u201cMany.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This great grandma sits and tells a story of a woman who was about to have her child. Already well into labour she was trying to get to Nambogo as fast as she could, but she didn\u2019t make it to the house. She gave birth right there in the red dirt streets of Kyela. Nambogo came to her in time, and the child was born healthy. \u201cI have never held a dead baby in my hands,\u201d she says. This comes as a surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another thing that takes me by surprise, although, regarding her age, I should\u2019ve known: Nambogo\u2019s eyes aren\u2019t well anymore. In one eye she\u2019s nearly blind, and the other is only slightly better. She says her hands just know what to do. The women in the room chime in: \u2018She could do it with her eyes closed,\u201d and, \u201cGod loves her, that\u2019s why she can still do this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A
Twins and their mother.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I sit, for a while, in this room, with this woman. This amazing woman. She\u2019s been helping deliver babies for more than twice as long as I\u2019ve been alive. She\u2019s not doing it for the money. She does it for free and if people are able to give something, they pay as little as 20.000 shillings (about \u20ac4,75) for her work. She\u2019s doing it, because this is what she has always done, because it\u2019s what she was made to do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\u2019ll keep delivering babies, seeing them draw their first breaths, until she draws her last. To me, that\u2019s amazing.<\/p>\n","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"countries":[17],"class_list":["post-147","people","type-people","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-category-journal","countries-uganda"],"yoast_head":"\nGrandma — Ellis & Me<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"noindex, follow\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"nl_NL\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Grandma — Ellis & Me\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"\u200d”She\u2019s a Great, Great, Grandma“ By Ellis\u200d \u201cWe’ve been building a fire since seven this morning, but at ten we’ll be done,\u201d the brick baker said. It had already passed ten, but who cared, people aren\u2019t troubled by time in Uganda. 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