The central government called national intelligence in Buliisa to tell them I’m no longer invited to the district. I’m being sent back to Kampala. Apparently the national research council was wrong when they said I could travel here without permit letters.

Sigh.

Parting shots from Buliisa below.

– A young aspiring lineman. He demonstrates the malnutrition that’s  neglected in the area. Reports of “excellent nutrition” in Buliisa observe that there is cows milk and fish for protein but don’t account for the fact that children are not generally fed these items. Fish sells for higher prices in Hoima and Kampala, so it is transported to cities rather than eaten locally.

– Football. The guys with shoes weren’t nearly as good as the
barefoot guys. An excellent match.

– Bicycles under a schoolyard tree

– Secondary school children who told me about their families

– Sunrise in Buliisa

– Smiling child (the gratuitous ‘adorable African children’ shot)

– Parliamentarian’s house. Has he been active in parliamentary
discussions of oil? Curiously, no, but he recently built a very nice
house. Speculation is rampant.

– Annette and her 4th child. Annette is educated and savvy, and she is hoping for a job with the oil companies.

Despite being forbidden from moving around town for the past two days, I had a bevvy of interesting conversations with folks who have come through the Parish for various reasons.