I have been in Uganda for over two weeks. This is only the second post I have made to my blog. I am disappointed that I have posted so little. This morning I awoke thinking about a video I would like to make about Fauza, one of the students I have met, and I finally understood why I have written so little.
I am overwhelmed!
Uganda can be beautiful, but the sun can be brutal and although it is the Dry Season we have had multiple days of torrential rain. The people of Bududa are the poorest of the poor, but they are welcoming, warm, and proud. Many students live in mud huts with no water or electricity, but many arrive at school wearing clean clothes and a smile.
In America, I would be considered middle class, nowhere close to being rich or even as wealthy as many of my neighbors. But I live in a three-story stone home with two and a half baths, a clothes washer and drying, internet service and multiple TV’s.
The presumption that in two weeks I would understand where I am and who I meet is preposterous. It is a relief to recognize this. A place from which I can make the most of my final ten days, and, with some luck and humility, share with you a little that I have learned.