One morning I set out with the idea to take photographs of objects with structure and strong colors. But things most often turn out differently to what you think.
I’ve been on Ukunda’s main road for a while without finding anything to inspire me. So I decided to go on an adventure down small dirt roads.
After a short while already a flock of barefooted children followed me, calling Jambo (=Hello) and demanding sweets or money.
One of the boys, their leader as it seemed, whispered in my ear how he wishes for a ball.
I liked this idea and to my question whether all others would be able to play too, he answered that they had a Football team but no ball anymore.
So we set out to buy a ball and the whole team followed right behind me.
After, the very happy children lead me to their Football field. An uneven playing field amidst clay huts, two poles and a string between them as goal. They also asked for a name for their Football team, seeing as the lion is the most famous and strong animal around and their village is Kibundani, a district of Ukanda with a country feel, I decided on Kibundani Lions, or in Suahili:
Happiness can be this simple.
May I introduce you to beautiful Leilani. She is 12 years old and was born with a genetic defect called cri-du-chat-syndrome. It is a rare genetic disorder due to a missing part (deletion) of chromosome 5. Its name is a French term (cat-cry or call of the cat) referring to the characteristic cat-like cry of affected children. I know her already for 5 years and she really touches my heart with her uncompromising way to show her feelings. She is pure and innocent. She is blessed with a loving family who always stand by her side.
I am proud and excited to announce this upcoming event.
I will show some of my recent work which contains an expression of women (Weibsbilder) and some streetphotography.
On my way back to the accommodation I passed a noisy group of young men. They were celebrating with lots of food and alcohol. I didn’t dare to take a picture as one of them followed me and wanted me to join their group. After I convinced him with my humble chinese I really have to go back and look for my friends (but thank you 🙂 ) I passed by this man who was sitting alone drinking and eating. First he was looking very skeptically at me and I started to speed up. But after a blink of an eye he opened up and I no longer felt him to be dangerous. Later in my room I still thought of him and why he was sitting alone among all these celebrating people.
What strikes me again and again here in China is that the elderly care very touching for their grandchildren.
The downside of this is that many children have to grow up without their parents who work as migrant workers somewhere unreachable far away. What it will have for consequences shows only within a couple of years when the children have grown-up and have children themselves.
We had a short break on our way to Honghe/Yunnan. Honestly I don’t remember the village’s name. We had a nice chat with these friendly old men. They asked us why we are visiting their boring village if there are so much better cities like Beijing. With my humble mandarin I tried to tell them that I am mostly interested in people not in cities. The one sitting on the right is a retired teacher. They are over 80 Years old and almost as long best friends.
One early morning in Jianshui, we went to capture the beautiful light during sunrise, this woman touched my heart. Looking at her still makes me feel sad and sorry.