Teaching Photography at Kiziba Refugee Camp: Day 3
18th August 2011
In partnership with Africa Humanitarian Action
Kiziba Refugee Camp
Kibuye, Rwanda.
August 18, 2011
Daniel photographs his mother for the first time in his life.
Daniel's portrait of his beautiful mother.
Home Visits and Hugging Mothers
Today Daniel photographed his mother for the first time in his life. Asha photographed her sister and brother. Baptiste photographed his mother, and two brothers. Inside Kleni's home her brothers and sisters clamored to to be photographed. I loved these home visits and have been secretly looking forward to them for days. Together, we walked through the Kiziba Camp pathways, steep, muddy alleys connecting home to kitchen to community potable water taps and bathing/laundering slabs. At Aunarite's home, her sister waited for us, ready to be photographed, her bright white dress lighting up the front doorway. None of the homes has electricity, so photographing in the darkness, even with the tiny flashes, proved a challenge, but a worthy one: posters of The Virgin Mary or a football team, toothbrushes stored in crumbling crevices in the ceiling; space furnished by bed, box, table, and transister radio.
The absolute highlight for me was meeting the mothers whose smiles and hugs were riveting and genuine. Not all the students have mothers, so meeting their sisters or cousins was equally heart-warming. I look forward to more home visits and meeting more families over the next few days.
Asha's sister loves the portrait Daniel just made of the two of them.
Baptiste photographs his mother for the first time in his life.
Kleni with some of her brothers and sisters.
Anuarite photographs her sister, proud in her white dress.
Daniel's mother gives me a happy hug. Photograph by Daniel.
(Special thanks to my parents who sponsored this photography workshop.)
Kiziba Refugee Camp
Kibuye, Rwanda.
August 18, 2011
Daniel photographs his mother for the first time in his life.
Daniel's portrait of his beautiful mother.
Home Visits and Hugging Mothers
Today Daniel photographed his mother for the first time in his life. Asha photographed her sister and brother. Baptiste photographed his mother, and two brothers. Inside Kleni's home her brothers and sisters clamored to to be photographed. I loved these home visits and have been secretly looking forward to them for days. Together, we walked through the Kiziba Camp pathways, steep, muddy alleys connecting home to kitchen to community potable water taps and bathing/laundering slabs. At Aunarite's home, her sister waited for us, ready to be photographed, her bright white dress lighting up the front doorway. None of the homes has electricity, so photographing in the darkness, even with the tiny flashes, proved a challenge, but a worthy one: posters of The Virgin Mary or a football team, toothbrushes stored in crumbling crevices in the ceiling; space furnished by bed, box, table, and transister radio.
The absolute highlight for me was meeting the mothers whose smiles and hugs were riveting and genuine. Not all the students have mothers, so meeting their sisters or cousins was equally heart-warming. I look forward to more home visits and meeting more families over the next few days.
Asha's sister loves the portrait Daniel just made of the two of them.
Baptiste photographs his mother for the first time in his life.
Kleni with some of her brothers and sisters.
Anuarite photographs her sister, proud in her white dress.
Daniel's mother gives me a happy hug. Photograph by Daniel.
(Special thanks to my parents who sponsored this photography workshop.)
