Marvin has been with us in our home for a week. The day we removed him from the care of the jjajja his body was covered in sores from malnutrition, he was weak, feverish, and naked. After his first few days of medicines he perked up and his skin cleared. The first night at our … Continue reading Welcome to the family Marvin
We visited Lydia’s jjajja last week, which is always a pleasure. Lydia was a little baby when her parents died. She was given to the care of her grandmother who has raised her. She’s a born again Christian. I enjoy her presence because she is calm and loving. Lydia is eager to visit with her … Continue reading Amazima under the shade of banana trees.
Our man who works on the land is a good hard working man. His name is Eddie and we find him so agreeable and peaceful. He lives in a small shack on the land that someone else fashioned for him without consulting me. If I had been considered in the decisions I would have made … Continue reading Exercising faith in Uganda
Friday morning Jack and I spent the morning at the craft market with Robert. Once Jack arrived he said, “see ya” and off he went in search of bargains. He loves to haggle with his sweet face and the ladies mostly love him and just give the things to him. He didn’t buy anything for … Continue reading careful what you wear in Uganda!
I could get some much needed sleep except that there’s a party directly outside my window with loud African music in a language I can’t understand. I guess I will write until their party ends. It is a good thing that the beat in the music is happy so it doesn’t make me feel grumpy. … Continue reading in Uganda people tell us: Welcome Home
At Christmas time most of the children spent a couple days with their jjajjas but a few of them remained in our home. When one boy refused to return to his jjajja I was surprised because I had found her to be pleasant and demonstrative of love and care with him. But he felt he … Continue reading sweet sixteen?
The looping whine of mosquitoes is enough to keep me awake when I need my sleep. I imagine all the malaria parasite they carry to kill the innocent here in Uganda. And I consider the small fortune I spent on malarone to protect us fragile Americans from infection. I consider the numerous trips the children … Continue reading life in Uganda means community