July 27, 2006 I spent my last full week in Gulu interviewing child mothers–girls who were abducted by the LRA and were impregnated through rape. Nearly all of them have been rejected by their communities and their children are called “killers” because they were born to commanders and are thought to carry that evil spirit […]
(A view of from inside an IDP Camp) Malaria or Unidentifiable Bacterial Infection that feels strangely like Malariaāor what I imagine to feel like malariaāieāworst flu Iāve ever had. Hmm, so which would you rather have? Itās kind of like that game āwould you rather?ā Like would you rather be burned alive
We as Americans we come to foreign lands in search of something, something like our own heartbeat, something slippery and indefinable, but with presence, tinged with a certain energy. For any wanderer, traveling is the high, but everyone wants to belong somewhere–to feel a place, in a slow turning, become home. We want something of
The north of Uganda is better than I dreamed in many ways, and worse in ways I had not imagined. Everywhere there are fields of sunflowers that make you want to run through them like Maria in the Sound of Music. I didnāt expect the green. Green trees, green wispy grass, and green cornfields taller
(one of the many beautiful orphans you can come to hold if you visit Uganda) A lot of exciting things are happening. First of all, I don’t want you guys to worry about me, I sort of realized after a mini-lecture by a loving person who will remain
The things I do for internet. I decided to walk from my retreat center along the Nile, Mto Moyoni, which by the way I would highly recommend. I’m staying in this adorable little hut–straight out of Swiss Family Robinson and loving life. With all my running around like crazy trying to save the world, I
The shadow of the banana tree leaves dancing on the courtyard wall. The guitar chords strummed softly in the house, the birds of different colors chiming in with the sound. The sunās long afternoon rays lazily alighting the tile floors, the rhythmic scrubbing of the muddy brushĀ against the walls, the water dripping off the banisters,
They really love Shakira here in Uganda…she’s playing again! And her hips don’t lie. I’m in Uganda now. I left the missionary I was working with,Ā or rather, was asked to leave due to my voicing some concerns about a colonialist mentality within the organization that I couldn’t abide by. Ā Ha, guess you either love me
Every morning I shut off my alarm about six times, pull my ear plugs out of my ears, untangle myself from my mosquito net, roll over and somewhere in there ask God to give me the people he wants me to help that day. Some of us like to call them ādivine
I have been country hopping which is why I have been so silent. I tell you, I may not be that in love with America, but right about now I am missing our high-speed internet š And showers. Funny story: We arrived in Rwanda and are staying at an apartment complex which is fairly nice.
