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Being a mother in the west would be a dream, I was told. But compared to Uganda, it was a nightmare | Patience Akumu
I hear the baby crying in my sleep. My mother hands him to me. I sit up to breastfeed without opening my eyes then I hand him back. I know that when I am ready to get out of bed, there will be fruits and katogo, a meal of plantain mixed with all the fatty …