Sweeping your front yard to clean Mathare River
As a photojournalist I tend to veer off the path of regular schedules drawn by the search for freezing memories. On this Friday while reporting on some charity work to help a school in Mathare slums, I trailed off, as usual. That morning as I arrived at the school where the organization was making donations, I saw a group of young men in gumboots and overalls ferrying garbage from a valley across. After the day’s work was over at noon, I chose to speak with them. There is an exciting fervor of fear that hangs over the depths of informal settlements. One needs bravado to…
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