“He is old” | Uganda

A few months ago in Uganda I came across this elderly man, sitting on the grass, looking out over Lake Bunyonyi. The young guy who was showing me his village said blankly “he is old, not well” 

Somehow the elderly guy got around, relying on the wooden ‘walking stick’ finding his way around the hillside high above the lake.

Although dialogue was hard, I was told he sits there most days, unable to work on the land anymore (or indeed anywhere else), his life is spent on the hillside, often on his own.

I spent half hour, in a mixture of hand signals, gestures and interpretations we had some form of conversation. I left him much as I had come across him a while earlier, sitting, looking and watching the world go by, but above all else with a sense of dignity about him