Tags archives: Uganda

Shooting a Wedding in Kampala, Uganda

Shooting a Wedding in Kampala, Uganda
This is what it's like to shoot a wedding in Kampala, Uganda... Each side of the family has their own photographer, so that can mean anything from 2 photographers to 8 photographers if they come with a team. I recently traveled to Uganda in Dec - Jan to photograph 3 destination weddings and quickly learned how to navigate the sea of photographers like the ones a[...]

Amaaso | Your Eyes Have Got Me Trippin’

Amaaso | Your Eyes Have Got Me Trippin'
My new Ugandan jam is Radio & Weasel's "Amaaso," which means "Your Eyes," but overall the song is about a guy who sings about a lady whose eyes have got him trippin'. Unlike French or Spanish, Luganda, my language is a much more difficult language to translate directly into English because it uses lots of idioms. Which is why when I was translating the lyric[...]

Sseko Designs | Every Sandal has a Story

Sseko Designs | Every Sandal has a Story
Every sandal has a story. Being from Uganda and knowing that Sseko Designs shoes help empower Ugandan women to pursue their dreams means so much to me.  I love that each sandal has a story, and I'm honored to be a featured as part of Sseko's 30 Days #Sseko30x30 promotion. I discovered Sseko Designs through my Making Things Happen friend Abigail Luby of Chips and[...]

Mukeka | Ugandan Straw Mat Tradition

Mukeka | Ugandan Straw Mat Tradition
Whenever I visit my family in Uganda including my grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousins, I always come back with a straw mat or mukeka (pronounced moo-kay-ka) in Luganda, their gift to me to take back to America.   A mukeka is a traditional Ugandan straw mat that has been elaborately woven together using dried, dyed palm tree straw fiber.  They're trad[...]

The Little Ugandan Mona Lisa in a Red Gomesi

The Little Ugandan Mona Lisa in a Red Gomesi
Last year while photographing the Ugandan Matyr's Day celebration in Boston, I saw her: a little Ugandan girl in a red gomesi curiously staring at me. Or maybe I was the one staring. Looking at her, I saw myself, quiet, shy, reserved but always observing the life around her.  I wanted to tell her so many things: that she looked absolutely beautiful in her red go[...]