A barefoot farmer is making his way through a forest.
Quiet drops of rain tumble steadily through the night, picked out in the light from his torch.
- Nancy Kacungira *
The rusty machete he holds isn’t for cutting down vines or chopping away stubborn branches – it is a defence against thieves.
For the past three months, they have left their homes every night and made the long journey into the plantations to protect their crop.
But this is not an…