From the Dust

She was dirty and dusty. Her curly hair had seen neither a comb nor water for months. In one hand she carried a package of cigarettes and in the other a solvent rag. Young Namusisi had no home, no family, no money for school fees, and no one to loveher or care for her. She survived in the culture of the buy aye on the streets, parking lots, and porches of the city of Kampala, Uganda. But one day s...