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Dear Reader,

Picture taken at the serene Lake Bunyonyi - Kabale

My name is Margaret Vuchiri. I am a journalist based in Kampala, Uganda - East Africa. I started this blog, The Tamarind Tree Shade, mainly as a hobby.

I love photography and tend to snap away at little things many people would easily ignore, such as the chipped mug in a restaurant, the fine china a friend reserves for rare visits, or the tired-looking traffic police officer baking in the furious heat of the tropics! That is why The Tamarind Tree Shade is mostly heavy on pictures. I also share some of my newspaper and magazine articles here.

In my hometown of Moyo, located in the West Nile region of Uganda, the tamarind tree is special, not just for its fruits mainly used to season millet porridge; the tree is more popular for its cool shade. 

The tamarind tree shade is where people gather to share stories, cherished memories and ancient tales. It is the place for quiet joys, loud laughter, heart-to-heart conversations, conflict resolution and good old sisterhood gossip. The shade is also where lazy men idle around talking about nothing and everything as their wives toil in the farms! It is ...where tales are shared!

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