Project 6: Photo Nº2: The mother who takes care of you.

The mother who takes care of you.

by Álvaro del Río.

DiminaJasiala is the woman in the picture and she is a beautiful woman, she´s holding a baby in a purple sweater and with two cute pink tiny socks. She is wearing a bright golden dress, golden like the sun, golden like  hope.

 Her face is turned with a caring look in her eyes, the kind of caring look that mothers have when they see their children playing . You should know that she always carried that look since the late 80s due to the fact that she hashad more than three hundred and fifty children. Her story is a story of hope and kindness in the poorest neighborhood in Nairobi, Kenya.

   Her story began in 1998 when she had been working as a housekeeper for 19 years and having four children, she found a little baby in the rubbish and decided to take care of her. After that she started receiving abandoned children even the ones whose mothers had AIDS. Dimina and a few neighbours decided to turn their home  into a home for street children and make sure that they receivedan education, even though Dimina is illiterate. That´s why she is best known as MamáTunza which in suajili means "the mother that takes care of you".

   That´s why she is a beautiful and strong woman, because she made that by herself and by the kindness of one of the poorest neighborhoods in the world that supported her until 2007 when aan NGO finally started supporting her. This is only one example of what Africa is capable of, because it is the forgotten land and it shouldn´t be, so next time you think of Africa think about this and all the things that it can teach you.

Project 6: Photo Nº1: The third one.

  

         Detective Smith was standing quietly watching the horrifying scene that was in front of her, there was fear in her eyes as she was turning to me, “It Is the third,” she said, then I took a look at what she was saying, the extra awfulness of that scene, to the dog that was being held by the dead arms of the corpse, "the Taxidermian" had murdered again. I don´t like the word, but it was the name that the papers had nicknamed the killer.

             The first one was an old lady in her old-fashioned Victorian house and a dissected raven was found near the victim, we thought then that the raven was part of the house but then, a week afterwards an old fat train driver was found dead with a dissected snake around his neck. The papers started having "The Taxidermian" as headlines that week, I can even imagine tomorrow´s headlines "The taxidermian hits again" in the papers, and something like "Are the police as dissected as the animals founded with the victims?" in the tabloids.

             Detective Smith called me out of my thoughts when she moved the dog to let the forensics examine the victim, “Like the other two, this gentleman doesn´t seem to have any remarkable bruise or sings of a fight, it seems like you are going to have to wait for the autopsy to establish the cause of death,” the forensic said. "Yeah, like the other two,” I replied.

            I wasn’t very happy with the work that the forensics were doing, all my team in general, all of them were so dumb, so average, none of them found or were following any of the clues that I was leaving on the corpses.