Patiently waiting like unsung heroes, the vegetables and fruits have occupied this spot on the Kampala-Masaka highway since time immemorial. Unaware of the time of day, weather or the corrugated iron sheets roof falling apart over them .They hold on tightly to the vitamins and minerals they provide oblivious to their importance to human nourishment. Some sit in gymnastic rows and columns while others lazily lie on sheets placed to protect them from the dusty ground. They are organic, and should be proud of that.
Their masters, are small scale farmers who nurture them in the plots and gardens behind this mouth watering display. Year after year, they stare at the passing high speed traffic above, pining for cars and lorries to veer off the road towards them to shop.
I have shopped in this market about 25 years on my travels between Kampala and Masaka. There are no safety…
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