What does extreme wealth and extreme poverty living together mean?
Our hearse moved on and reached the cemetery. We all scrambled down and saw that every part of the graveyard was busy with people digging graves. Adults, young, men, women… graves are wonderful levellers. As the shadows of the limos fell on the sun kissed reddish earth, we too began to dig and sing dirges as we carved holes to bury the dead as the limousines stood silently waiting to carry more. Death is always good business. Have you ever held a dead child? A child dead, stiff, strangely cold, unable to cry or plead for the air that gets less and less till the lungs can breathe no more? I have. Once, twice, thrice, four… Like the numbers on a roulette wheel of death they go on and on. I remember their emaciated faces, shrunk of life and full of diseases and hunger, lips swollen from sarcoma or just the terrible instinct to stay alive. I have ridden hearses carrying tiny coffins to cemeteries running out of space. In one such time in Uganda, as we sat huddled against the dead and t
