Decades gone by, I read a book called The Mountain People about tribal folks living in Uganda. I never forgot it. They lived joyously and greatly cared for the young and the old. They hunted and gathered in their places for centuries. With the imposition of borders preventing free movement in Uganda and adjoining states, their way of life fell apart altogether. After a generation or so, there was drugs and prostitution. The dying were no longer cared for. They old were robbed by the young as they lay dying. Poverty without culture goes to the worst of ghetto life.