The Nineteenth Annual Berkeley Undergraduate Prize for Architectural Design Excellence 2017
Berkeley Prize 2017

[ID:2015] Homes for the Homeless by the Homeless


In my first essay submission, I wrote about an idea, which is all we have sometimes. The idea that

homeless people can make a home for themselves. Not build a shed, but a home. They say the point

of writing should be to further the knowledge of the world. I hope this paper does so.

In Uganda, diversity in culture is a phenomenon that makes us stand out from many nations. We are a

country with more than 111 districts(and counting), speaking more languages than I can count,

though we agreed in principle to speak English when we mean official business, Luganda with the

locals and Kiswahili when commissioning any kind of construction or manual effort. That exists in the

city centre, Kampala, though. Move a few hundred kilometres East to Jinja, and the rules change:

English remains the official language. To commission work, speak Luganda or Kiswahili, but to have a

meaningful conversation with the locals, speak Lusoga. One more: Arua. This district is located North

West of my country in the area called West Nile. Here, English is the official language, but, to get

around, you must speak Lugbara somewhat decently, and yet to listen to radio you should know

Kakwa, or Madi, and then there is a variation of Lugbara that they call Teregian. This is an old

language that the elders are worried will phase out. It is a beautiful language though, they call water

“odrukudru blankiti” that translates to “a frog’s blanket”, such poetry! These are just some of the

ways we differ. This diversity is

madness. But it is a beautiful kind of madness.

In the famine of 2011, it got so bad that families of 11 people in Arua, were sharing 3potatoes for

supper. For sauce, raw tomatoes in ground nut paste would have to suffice. There are stories that

after mingling the staple food “inyasa” (millet bread), when the girl left to get a plate on which to

serve the food for the family to share, she would find it empty upon her return. Children were that


Being homeless in my country is a socially challenging issue that has been the topic for years. Many

of the people on the street are simply victims of circumstance. Some might have tried to run away

from the scourge of poverty that is in our villages, maybe even after the infamous famine of 2011. People come to

the city hoping they will make a better living for themselves. It is like that Hollywood dream we

hear about on the television. Yet upon their arrival they are surprised by ‘how real things are’, an

expression the youth of Uganda use to mean a state of realisation that hard work, cunning and wit

must be employed to survive a certain situation. That said, many of these immigrants both get low

paying jobs, and live in slums, though the less fortunate simply sleep in the street. The result is a city

full of all sorts of people: the middle income earner with the man who had a chapatti for 'Bru-nch-uPPER'

[slang for the meal someone has at around 4pm to make up for breakfast, lunch and also

account for supper], the one with the job and the one without, and the woman with a gleaming

handbag and the one who wonders what is in that handbag. What we have as a result is a city where

walking through the intersections and roundabouts at around 6pm requires several hail Marys to

weave your way through the traffic that is at an average speed of 10kilometres per hour, and to hold

the bag tightly enough under the arm so that someone might not snatch the cell phone from it.

Usually, the authorities try to alleviate these issues, but it can be overwhelming.

In a recent campaign on the radio, one of the political aspirants said that [to deal with the issue of]

the street children he will encourage avenues for them to turn their talents into money making

ventures, just as Eddy Kenzo a local musician did when he used street children as his dancers in his

video ‘stamina’ that went viral. This politician says create jobs: in a country with an unemployment

rate of 75% and yet the youth compose the biggest part of my country that will work.

My Urban design class this year taught me that social life impacts on the general well-being of a

person. Think of it this way: if you can get to work in a short time, using cheap means of

transportation, walk if necessary, and then look forward to the end of the day when you go back to

your happy home, then your productivity increases. A happy employer makes for a happy salary.

Architecture should not be reduced to simply placing the pawn. In the grand scheme of things, it

should be the chess board, without which, there are too many possibilities to make sense of. The

issues my country faces are from poor education, from the housing sector not receiving more than

2% of the national budget, and from the youth thinking a strike in a University is a way to solve

problems. For instance, I know that in my village, Arua, it gets so hot, you can see the air dancing

around like the air over a stove it would be better to shift from growing cassava and potatoes as the

main agricultural activity in the villages to animal husbandry which is done on a small scale now. I

know that, because I am in school.

I will now stop digressing. And yet, to make my point, you have to see the whole picture: education, gender issues, inflation: all impact the kind of home we can hope for. At the end of my essay, it will all be tied together. Let me proceed.

The one thing that is consistent among my fellow Ugandans is a strong sense of

community. I went to a secondary school 4 districts away from my home in Entebbe. In this school,

some of the closest friends I made were because I learned that they came from my village or from

Entebbe. With those from whom we shared a village, we had the same accent (influenced by our

language), we laughed at the same jokes. We understood that for us a bicycle is our everything: our

means to the market, a way to carry water if your husband can allow it, and that a bicycle was to

traffic jam in Arua town as car was to traffic jam in Kampala. These kinds of bonds were instant, and

ten years later, in my 4th year of architecture school, I still laugh with these people for whom the

bicycle is not only a toy.

Having the same ideals, and being able to empathise is an important part of community. Oscar

Newman knew this before he deliberated over the words for the pages of his book ‘Creating

Defensible Space’. He knew that the quality of life in a commune might be more important than the

commune itself.

To deal with the issue of homelessness, especially the street children and beggars, I think a more

sustainable solution is to foster a place for them that they can call home. To create for them a

people that they can call mine so that they have a sense of stability. Having a decent life is

essentially what every nomad aspires for. And yet no nomad wants to invest heavily in the structure

under which he lays, because he knows he will leave. Ian Bentley in 'Responsive Environments'

mentions personalisation of space as good for a good city. I think a facility that gives the homeless

some sort of anchor for whatever short period of time they are at can have effects that will ripple

across Uganda.

In the United States, there is a group whose ideas I thought resonate with mine. The SquareOne

Villages. They have a few interesting projects under: tent city urbanism, the village collaborative etc. They make temporary tent villages into more decent homes, albeit temporary, but decent

none the less in a controlled environment as seen in Quixote Village in Olympia, Tiny House village in Seattle and Emerald village that is coming up. One of the blogs I read called these communities ‘gated

communities’, which they are. The villages they build consist 8-12 homes, at about $2,000 each.

They have rules of conduct. A law. The stories we get from the

blogs are that these communities have had an influence on the lives of the people. There are those

of alcoholics cleaning up their act, drug users becoming useful. The way these people got homeless

is no different from the way the people in Uganda get homeless: they are all victims of circumstance.

If I were a part of one of these SquareOne Village projects setting up a homeless village, I would be

keen on how they involve the people to build with them, how they cut costs, and more importantly,how they ensure that each place has a set of rules to which the people will succumb. I would be

interested in understanding how they decide to allow alcohol or not, or to allow them to govern

themselves or not. Building houses is easy. Making the people like their home, that part needs some

tact. In a recent project, the SquareOne Village is proposing using single plots of land to set up these

villages in the different localities. To alleviate the fears of the people with concerns about security,

they have interviews on record on their website about assessing some of the projects they have

built, and the results to these are more positive than not. The strategy is brilliant. Urban

developments that the locals squint at hardly last long. SquareOne Village is transparent, its public

relations are brilliant, and the people settled in their small homes are happy. For an urban planner

and architect, this is like when Ebenezer Howard suggested people can live and work together in

clean, safe environments in the town-county in his drawing ‘the three magnets’- a pivotal


However, that is in the United States of America. While I think that approach is foolproof, i am aware that my country's challenges are different.The challenge would then remain that who would provide the land?

And how would we make our street children and beggars see this new place as home?

Ideally, the government is for the people. In Uganda’s land act of 2010, the government has the right

to use the land of the country in a way that benefits the nation (for the greater good of it) but after

offering compensation to the people that occupy it. That said, I thought these homeless

peoples’ communes could be realised by the government, or by a philanthropist. Alternatively, private

developers could lease out their land to the people managing these homeless people’s communes.

After ensuring that land tenure has no conflict for these homeless people, by day, the land could

serve as a washing bay, or temporary craft market where people make and sell these crafts, and by

night, these people could set up their homes; decent temporary shelters that can be folded away for

storage. Making the space flexible allows for the homeless to take up employment while creating

returns for the developers of the communes.

I do not agree with a popular approach to homelessness which simply provides a roof over the head.

That way, these people might never leave the street. A much better approach would be to show

them that the benefits of hard work can reap comfort, in the long-term. The way we design

communities should not be for the sake of the structure. It should be so that the people using the

structure have the sense to take care of the structure. In the Japanese story of the 1000bags of rice,

it talks about sacrifice for today to empower people for tomorrow.

In my country, it is not enough to deal with homelessness at the surface of things by proving a roof.

An architect is a magician. An architect can make you say a prayer everyday simply because of the

way the drapes of your house catch the light in the morning. I believe an architect can help clear the

streets of Kampala of homeless people. He just has to think about many things. The smallest issue

being the roof over the head. In Karamoja, the government pulled strings and built houses for the

people so that they would ‘upgrade’ from the concave shaped grass thatched manyatta-like

structures to a permanent iron sheet roofed house. They did not know that it would rain, and these

Karamojong would run out of the houses for fear of the ghosts attacking them (it was simply the

sound of rain drops hitting the iron sheets on a roof with no ceiling). That must have been really frightening for a semi-arid region.

Dealing with homeless people requires tact. It requires that these people get comfortable in their

new homes, so that they can make a better home someday. The idea I have is that in communes where

people work together and live together mothers might be encouraged to start a savings group and buy story

books to put in a shed which they will pester the men in the commune to build, because they need a place for the children to rest in the afternoon, to eat, for the sick to be treated and to have

meetings. These story books might help the children pick an interest in reading, and then the whole

world will be theirs.

In December, I was in Arua. The bathrooms there are built outside, and because

of the high temperatures, the bathrooms are always dry. Plus they have no roof. There was a problem

of the drainage from the bathroom in my homestead, so, in a matter of hours, I suggested we dig a

soak away pit. All I had to do was to direct my cousins who had gathered out of interest around the

site to dig the pit to 4 feet deep, re-align the pipe and fill the pit with stones so that the water drains

downwards. From this exercise, I found that people are always willing to work, they just need to

know that it is not for nothing, which requires an expert’s opinion to help.

In conclusion, I believe social issues like homelessness deserve solutions taken from the social fabric

of the people themselves. It might take ten years, but the next generation will know a different kind

of homelessness. They will hear the stories of street children and beggars who slept on cardboard

along the pavements of Kampala road. Their reality will be one where the poor who cannot afford a

slum have a home where they have each other.


1. Oscar Newman, Creating Defensible space 1996

2. Ian Bentley, Responsive Environments




6. Lectures from Arch. Lund Cato

7. Interviews from various locals in Kampala, Entebbe and Arua

The writer and her cousins participating in building their own soakaway pit

Ingenuity: when we were out of stone, one of the man suggested we break some of the bigger rocks

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