It is 5:30 am and the little courtyard in the slum comes alive as a mother starts her charcoal stove and heats water to make porridge, something to fill the stomach on a damp morning in Kampala. By 6:30 her son is drinking his millet porridge quite eagerly. Slowly daylight moves in as people begin another day of searching through the heaps of trash for something to eat. This is common to most of the 30 million who call Uganda their  ...