Slice of Ugandan life

29 07 2010

I know it’s been a long time since my last post. I could say it’s because of the slow internet (which is true, I always get a text from my ISP that there is something wrong with the undersea fiber optic from Kenya) but it’s really because I don’t know what to blog about. Work is always very rewarding and I think my colleagues are heroes. The recent bombings in Kampala made me pray more (by the way, everyone in our office is fine although more than 70 people lost their lives in the two blasts. pray for healing) and the new norm is waiting in long lines to be searched to go inside any large store.  So since I’m all over the place, perhaps I can write slices of my Ugandan life over the last few months Twitter style.

  • Met the Archbishop of Uganda. He’s tall and pretty cool. We’re best friends
  • My mukwano gwange (beloved friend) hugged the Bible I gave him. Never seen a person so excited to receive a bible. He texted me yesterday saying he preached two awesome sermons since he got the gift (Yes, he used the word ‘awesome’)
  • Drove up to Gulu (Northern Uganda) with seven other women in the car that is only supposed to seat seven. Guess I’m beginning to be more Ugandan by shoving as many people in the car as possible.
  • Stopped by the roadside to buy machomo (beef on a stick) for .25. Surprised that I didn’t get sick.
  • Preached in a small village church during a torrential rainstorm. Had to yell the message b/c there was no sound system and the roof was made from corrugated aluminum. Felt like an old fire and brimstone preacher (don’t want to do that again, brought back bad memories of jr. high camp)
  • Spent the afternoon with my 2% Aggie friend and saw the cool things she and the company do to help women go to university
  • Finally beat my buddy Greg for the second time in tennis here in Uganda. I rubbed it in and then realized that I’m 2-30ish lifetime against him. That made me sad
  • Gain a new appreciation for football (soccer as it is called in the States) watching the World Cup. Truly fun watching my Mexican friends cheer their country’s victory over France.
  • Got proposed to by a student who helps us with our work in the village. She noticed I was wearing my ring on my right hand and immediately asked me to marry her. I asked her why she didn’t want to date the guys at her school and she said ‘the men in Uganda are polygamists’. And we flew to Vegas the next day and got married…
  • Saw some other friends who are doing great work with a company creating a market for women in Gulu to sell their jewelry.
  • Met some of the clients we helped to get their land back. Very humbled by the meeting
  • Spoke at another church and the members wanted to say ‘thank you’ so they gave me a live chicken to take home. It is very rude to not accept the chicken so I put it in the back of the car. My colleague has it and it is going to see its last days soon…. love me some grilled chicken.
  • Got my iphone stolen. Can you say upgrade? cha-ching
  • Have become an expert in dodging potholes in Uganda
  • Hailing a boda boda by raising my eyebrows is second nature
  • Still learning how to keep my dress shoes from getting covered in dirt by the time I reach the office. How do my Ugandan colleagues keep their shoes so clean.
  • Cried and inspired after listening to a message by Britt Merrick talk about his five year old daughter’s battle with cancer
  • Flew to Rwanda to see friends. So much better than sitting at the bus park for three hours then riding on a bus for ten.
  • Played with some of the children in a village and the mom wanted to take a picture of her children with a Mzungu
  • Saw huge baboons on the side of the road.
  • My fridge smells like kim-chee that went bad
  • Thinking about going to the doctor’s and buying meds to treat bel-hazaria
  • Totally forgot to take my doxy for a month to fight against malaria
  • Got excited to find broccoli at the grocery store. Made broccoli beef and pork tofu for my friends.
  • Still can’t figure out why my dry cleaning smells like wet dog
  • Hacksawed a lock on a gate in broad daylight. No one stopped me (disclaimer: we got permission from the neighbors)
  • Pulled up in a car right in front of a little boy peeing into a drainage ditch. Didn’t phase me one bit since boys and men usually pee on the side of the road (I just want to go up to them one day and tell them if they got to go to have the decency to find a bush)
  • Thankful that the King is in control even when the world seems so chaotic

Mukwano Gwange (Beloved Friend)

25 05 2010

I find myself very inadequate when I speak with pastors in the village. I feel I have nothing in common and get this sense that I am somehow in their way. But those feelings of inadequacy and distance fade away whenever I visit Pastor Mike Obaya. The first time I spoke at his church, he took me by the hand and directed me to the front of his church where he usually sits. He relegates his seat to me and sits on a wooden pew in front. I watch as he directs people in the church to lead songs of praise, to share testimony and to read scripture. The best part was watching him play something similiar to a djembe (but it was an African drum). Most pastors I know in the States are musically and rhythmically challenged so it was a joy to see him slapping a mean Ugandan beat.

My beloved friend has shown me so much about being humble and a servant. He does not draw a salary from his church (he barely makes enough money to support his family), has no formal Bible training yet he is filled with inexplicable joy. During the week, he works on a small plot of land farming and growing vegetables to feed his family. On the weekends, he ministers at his church perched on top of Namawojoolo village overlooking beautiful Mukono district. He is known by most everyone in his village as an honest hardworking man.

Today I visited my beloved friend and he shared with me that the church building collapsed a few weeks ago during a strong windstorm. There were people inside when it happened, but fortunately no one was injured. I surveyed the church and saw that they were slowly rebuilding, reusing the lumber that tumbled and straightening the corrugated aluminum roof. They have been meeting outside for the past several weeks and hope to be under a roof by June. There’s nothing fancy about this church. No electricity, no running water, no walls. It’s just some beams, trusses and a roof. No state of the art sound system, no lights, no projection system. They sing from memory, share from the heart and laugh with such joy. I know their joy resonates from the love of Christ, but I believe it is also because they have a wonderful servant leader who leads by example.

As I got ready to leave, he had a personal request. He asked if I knew anyone that could help him get a large print NIV Study Bible. He currently uses an old KJV but it’s not helpful when he needs to study or read the Luganda version of the Bible (which is translated from the NIV). I told him ‘too bad, if they could read it in 1611, we can read it in the 21st century’. I gave him a fist pound and headed back to the office… j/k. I told him I would ask my friends and see what we can do.

So how about it? Can you help my beloved friend get a NIV Study Bible? If you’re interested in making a small contribution, send me an email and I’ll get you details.

Cultural Lessons

2 03 2010

One of the things I love about my role is going to the villages. It affords me opportunity to share with strangers what we do in their community. It allows me to listen alot and just soak it all in. The village is one big cultural lesson. When I go out to the village, I am usually with my assistant, translator and jack of all trades – Kaye. He’s great and has been a blessing as we talk about everything and anything in our car rides. Our office administrator calls us siamese twins because if I go to the village alone, I’m hosed. Sometimes the people will speak English, other times in Luganda. The other thing is I have no clue how to get to some of these places without a trusty guide. Like yesterday, we had to take a back road because there was an accident with a overturned truck on the main road. It was raining like crazy and we were on this narrow muddy and steep road. Lots of fish-tailing on the Rav4. Everything looks the same when your landmarks are trees (there are no street names).

So as I had to process all the cultural nuances, here are a few that just boggle me.


I remember growing up and giving my friends the head nod as a sign for ‘sup!’. Here Ugandans love to use facial gestures. The problem is they don’t tell me what it means. Boda drivers will raise their eyebrows to get your attention. It looks sometimes as a ‘come on’. My Ugandan colleagues in the office always love to raise their eyebrows to and make a ‘mmmmm’ sound when I talk. Are they affirming me? I have no clue what they’re thinking. I haven’t had a chance to ask Kaye about it yet.

Hand Signals

This is even funnier. Usually if you want to wave down a taxi in the states, you whistle or wave your hand. I tried doing that when I needed a boda here and they just passed me by. The secret is to nod your head with the eye brows raised. How in the world are they supposed to see that from 200 feet away? And then there’s the driving hand signals. I see the thumbs up when people want to signal or turn. Wait a second… there are really no rules to driving. I’ve driven several times and there is no common courtesy. You have to drive aggressively. New York cabbies have nothing on these matatu (taxi bus) drivers and crazy pot holes. The ironic thing is when they want to tell drivers off, they don’t really yell at you, they just shake their fingers towards you like ‘shame on you’.

Personal Space

I was out in the village today with Kaye and we were meeting with some pastors. After that meeting I needed to confirm a future legal education so we went to the edge of our project area to talk with the person who is helping us mobilize this community. I walked around the venue where it’s going to be held (it’s super rustic, see pics below) and it’s great because the homes are right next to the venue. After we left, I knew of a roadside stop where there are a ton of food vendors and I wanted machomo (kind of like kabobs) so we drove down the hill and onto the main road. When we pulled up to the vendors, we were swarmed by 40 people all unionized wearing their blue vests selling machomo, gonja (it’s not pot, it’s grilled plantains), water, fruit, and anything from the animal. Our windows were rolled up but these people pressed their goods on the window yelling do you want water, beef, liver, chicken, goat, gonja? The idea of personal space is kind of lost. Kaye told me that my predecessor Jaime and another ex-pat Suhanya were riding in the village once and stopped at a similar roadside stand. Kaye and Jaime left the car to buy some food with Suhanya taking a short nap in the back seat. The windows were rolled down and when Suhanya awoke, she had whole chicken legs on a stick and other animal parts shoved in her face. Personal space violated. My personal space was encroached on when I road the matatu last week. Now the matatu is a well oiled machine. There are thousands of these mini-buses that drive all over Uganda and can take you from one end of the country to the other dirt cheap. I took the matatu back from our project area which is about 20 km from Kampala for .75 cents. Now the thing about the matatu is the frequent stops. They make their money hauling passengers, dropping off and picking up new ones. When I boarded my matatu, there were only three people in it. The sticker outside the van said ‘not to exceed 12 passengers’. Would they really obey this rule? Silly me, of course not. At the height of my ride and passenger load, there were 17 people in our van which is a little bigger than a Honda Odyssey. I had a lady that was leaning on me, it was a hot day, and it just didn’t smell good. Personal space violated.

The Hand Shake

As Jack Black said to Lawrence in ‘School of Rock’ – “slap it, shoot it, kaboot it”. The Ugandan handshake consists of the universal handshake, then the ‘right on my brother handshake’ and then back to the universal handshake. Now I don’t know but I have followed along and this is how I shake hands with Ugandans. I don’t discriminate, it’s the same handshake when I greet the women (no one told me if we’re supposed to greet them differently). The problem is I don’t know when to stop. We tend to shake hands a lot so I greet the people with a handshake, and then a few minutes later I may greet them again. It makes greeting a fun excercise.

Thanks for reading, I’m sure I’ll be adding more cultural faux pas soon.

This is restricted personal space in the village. Not pictured is the cow tie to a tree five feet from the squatty potty

This pic shows a more calm group of vendors. Mine swarmed the car today

This is why I love going to the village. Great views, clean air, and rural

Mwasuze Mutya (‘Good Morning’ Plural Form)

27 02 2010

In the month since I have arrived in Uganda, this is all I have really learned how to say. I find myself speaking Spanish more to my colleagues Greg & Paloma whenever I can. I guess I have been lazy to start Luganda lessons. I have a great translator who goes out with me to the villages and most people have a working knowledge of English so I haven’t been motivated to start… yet.

One of the things I have come to appreciate about Uganda is the friendliness of most people. There are several children who wave and say hello to me every afternoon as I round the last corner on the hill before my house. The boda boda drivers are always friendly to me… because they want my business. The lady that I buy breakfast from every morning is very nice and asks how the food was the day before. And then there are the many people who want to sell me anything from electric fly swatters (looks like a toy tennis racquet but highly effective to zap the mosquitos at night) to sugar canes.

So it makes me want to be friendly back each time. I get the curious smiles and children following me especially when I go to the villages. Who can blame them, they don’t really see a Chinese American very often. Last Sunday was a great example. I spoke at a church in one of the villages called Takijunge and as we pulled up to the church, two little girls with beautiful braids and their shy smiles stood at the door waiting for us. I had just bought some chapatti (kind of like tortillas) for breakfast and asked if they would like some. I handed one to each of the girls and the response was so Ugandan. Many of the children and women in the villages will bow down to you out of respect when greeting you or receiving something. So these precious children bowed down to receive the chapatti, smiled and slowly ate them. Honestly, the first time this happened to me I was like “no, no please get up!” but since that time I have learned that it is how they show respect to you.

This type of greeting has been frequent especially when we have been doing our case intakes. After our legal educations where we teach the community about how to protect their rights, we invite those participants who may have been victims of property grabbing to stay and talk with us. The first legal ed I conducted, we had over twenty women patiently wait to talk with our staff. Every time they greeted one of my colleagues, they bent down and bowed in respect. I really want to figure out some way to honor them back. You see, these women are the courageous ones. I look forward to talking to these women because their faces light up when we teach them what the law says about property rights. They feel empowered and a sense of hope. As they wait to talk to one of us, I can only imagine what they’re thinking. Perhaps they have been a victim of property grabbing and this is their last option before sleeping on the streets. Or they haven’t had a meal in a few days and came to the legal ed because someone invited them. Whatever the case, I am beginning to understand a little more when Jesus said that he had compassion on the multitudes because they had been with him for several days and had nothing to eat. I think my favorite moments so far in the legal education have been watching my colleagues minister to the women who come for legal advice. Sometimes we are able to take on their case, other times we are not and we have to refer them to one of our legal aid partners. But everytime we hope to treat these women with the same respect that they greet us with. Some believe in God, others don’t. But we want to close each conversation with them by praying. We pray for hope, we pray for the opportunity for their land to be restored, we pray for peace and we pray for many other things. So while it is a case intake situation, it is so much more. It is a counseling session, it is a time of encouragement, it is the hopes that International Justice Mission can bring relief to a victim and secure justice for them.

Below are a few pictures of our legal educations.

Kaye (my translator) and I polling the participants to see what they know about Ugandan law

Here’s a great picture taken by our communications fellow Laura. Pictured from L – R are Jesse Rudy (aka my boss), Pastor Diana and myself. Pastor Diana helped me mobilize this recent legal education and was instrumental in inviting many community leaders. I love her heart for her community and desire to advocate for the rights of widows and orphans.

International Justice Mission + Uganda + Me = 2010

29 09 2009

The Boston Red Sox, Arizona Cardinals, Golden State Warriors, and Chicago Cubs. Professional sports team with a common theme. They were all long shots. Granted the Cubs have not won a World Series since the 1900‘s, the Cardinals came close and my Warriors can’t keep good players, but the fact remains that these teams share a common theme of being underdogs in some ways and long shots in others.

I happen to resonate with long shots and being an underdog. If you asked me a year ago what I would be doing, I would have told you that I would be enjoying my job as a youth pastor in Texas spending time mentoring and discipling students. If you asked me what I thought of Africa and the country of Uganda, I would have had compassion and told you I would pray for the people serving there. Honestly, Uganda was the farthest thing on my mind. The thought of an AIDS pandemic and extreme poverty caused me to file these situations as someone else’s problem. I rationalized that I was doing my part by praying and giving financially to people and organizations serving there to alleviate the poverty.

A few years ago I became acquainted with an organization called International Justice Mission (IJM). IJM is a human rights organization founded in 1997 by Gary Haugen to combat the injustice going on throughout the world such as slavery, sexual exploitation, and other forms of oppression. You can read more about what IJM is about right here.

My view of the world started changing back in the summer of 2008. That August my church hosted a Willowcreek Leadership Summit and one of the keynote speakers was the president of IJM – Gary Haugen. Gary shared his story of working for the US State Department and how he came to start IJM. He shared a childhood story of his family frequently going on hikes. On one particular hike to Mt. McKinley, he was not feeling like making the journey to the top with the rest of the family. About halfway up they stopped at a visitor’s center. The center was great with pictures of the mountain top and a lookout point to see the summit. He decided to stay back while his brothers and father continued to the summit. He shared his regret of staying back and related that even though he could see the summit, he missed out on the adventure. Sometimes our lives as Christ followers can be like staying at the visitor’s center. We have opportunities to follow Christ passionately and serve whole-heartedly yet we often stay back because of fear, uncertainty or we just don’t feel like it. Gary shared that in the journey of following Christ many of us miss out on the adventure. He challenged those attending that Jesus didn’t come to save us so that we could be safe, He came to save us so that we can be brave. He concluded his session with a question: “What brave thing are you doing for Christ?” I, of course, started to rationalize that he wasn’t talking about me. Heck, I was doing my part. I was being brave. I was working with high school students and in Texas. God didn’t buy that excuse. He started putting long shot dreams in my head and ideas that I would never want to do. I started thinking about working overseas. I didn’t know what country but the thoughts started coming into mind. Yet Africa was still not on my radar. I was thinking more of Latin America or Asia.

Months past and then around March I decided it was time to do something. I had no plan, no clue and no logical reason why I should resign my job. But I did it. Shortly after I resigned, I had lunch with some dear friends and they asked me: “Ray what do you want to do and where do you want to serve?” I responded “I don’t know, but here are some organizations that I would like to look into”. I rattled off a bunch of great organizations and then I said IJM. The husband immediately got excited and said that his former college roommate had just moved to Uganda to become the field director of the IJM office there. He asked if I would like to get connected with him and I said yeah.

I was able to visit Uganda and the IJM field office in July and in late August I submitted my application to become a Church and Community Relation fellow for 2010 in Uganda. Long story short, IJM has offered me the fellowship and I accepted today. I was the underdog and long shot in a lot of ways. I was the one who would be the last one to volunteer to live in a country thousands of miles away and without pay. I was the one who would be the first to recommend someone else more qualified.

Yet I find myself filled with excitement and joy with the prospect of being able to learn more about a continent, a country and a culture steeped in tradition. Long shots do pay off. I’ll share more about what I’ll be doing and how you can help support and pray for me at a later post, but I want to close by encouraging you to pray about your journey with Christ. What sort of adventures is He putting in front of you? It could be completely out of your comfort zone in another country or in your backyard. Maybe it’s time to pray about being a long shot.

By the way, don’t write the Warriors out. One day… one day they will reign victorious as NBA champs.

The Pearl of Africa

26 07 2009

It’s fitting that I’m listening to Africa by Toto as I blog this entry. My thoughts are scattered as I try to give a fair and accurate picture of my time here in Uganda. It was a short visit (just two weeks) but in the brief time I have made new friends, been inspired by the culture of this country, appreciated the simplicity of just being alive (see bodas), and have started to see why so many people are passionate about Africa.

  • Church: I believe the church is the hope of the world in which Christ has commissioned us to proclaim the whole gospel for His fame and renown. I got to see the church in action through its partnership with IJM and also visiting some houses of worship. I worshipped at St. Francis Anglican and Watoto today and was blessed by the messages of both. I was moved by the prayers of its leaders in wanting justice and relief in eastern Uganda where there is a famine, peace amongst wars and the desire to raise up a new generation of leaders through its children. See Watoto and what they’re doing. Pretty amazing.
  • Children: I have seen some of the most beautiful children. They’re cute and adorable wanting to follow a “mzungu” around. They hold your hand, want to be hugged and have the biggest smiles.



  • Justice: I will try not to use this word flippantly. It’s hard to define and it comes in various forms. The form of justice I saw was through the eyes of IJM and victim relief for widows and orphans. They have a fantastic team here in Uganda and I got to hear some of their stories of how God brought them here to write the wrongs and be a voice to those who cannot speak for themselves. Thank you Jamie & Sara, Grace, Nina, Kaye, Alice and Suhanya. Lawyers can have fun!


  • The Kingdom of God on Earth as it is in Heaven: Jamie introduced me to Roxanne this weekend and I have to share her story. I was moved by what she has done and is doing by living out James 1:27 and caring for Waswah. Roxanne works with Samaritan’s Purse caring for widows and orphans and I asked her how she met Waswah who is six. She saw him on the side of the road in a village where she was working about two years ago. He was on the brink of death, severely malnourished, and his feet were covered with sores. Both his parents died of AIDS and seven of his nine aunts/uncles have succumbed to this awful disease. His grandmother had been looking after him but did not have the means or money to feed him. So Roxanne took it upon herself and asked to be the legal guardian. The grandmother has been very supportive of this and other relatives have helped out getting the proper documentation to make things go smoothly for Roxanne. Today, Waswah is healthy and adorable. He is soft spoken but is very intelligent. He has a very acute awareness of right and wrong and would rather be reading or doing more productive things than watching a video. Thank you Roxanne for making the kingdom on earth as it is in heaven for Waswah.
  • Beauty: I will just let the pictures below speak for themselves.
  • The Simple Life: I’m kind of reluctant to go back to the States because I don’t want to lose this feeling of appreciating the simple things I take for granted. I’ve been very surprised about my capacity to adapt (I’m a clean freak).
  • Bodas are a means to get from point A to B albeit a scary way. Is there something wrong when the driver wears a helmet and the passenger doesn’t?


  • I’m not scared to use the tap water to brush my teeth although I prefer bottled.
  • The mosquito net over my bed is a reminder to appreciate my health and to take my malarone. I feel like bubble boy but with mesh when I’m sleeping.
  • AC is for wimps and those who can actually afford it. I don’t have AC in my room and have actually enjoyed the fan. Ask me again when I return to hades, I mean Texas in August.
  • Walking and exploring Kampala has been fun. Carry backpack in the front.
  • I have enough dirt on my clothes and body to fill a jar.
  • People: By far the warmest people I have met. Sure they call me Mzungu, but they are caring and truly take the time to talk to you.

I’ll close with a quote from one of the brilliant theologians of the 21st century who is passionate about Africa. I think you will want to buy a plane ticket after reading this.

“I genuinely see myself as a traveling salesman. I think that’s what I do. I sell songs door-to-door on tour. I sell ideas like debt relief, and like all salesmen, I’m a bit of an opportunist and I see Africa as great opportunity. And I don’t just mean this in terms of doing business with Africa for America or Europe, which I do. I mean it’s an opportunity for us in the West to show our values, because a lot people are not sure we have any — to show what we are made of, to see a continent in crisis and demonstrate what we can do.” – Bono






The best way to spend three hours in Uganda

25 07 2009

I joined some of the IJM staff this morning to go learn about a ministry started a few years ago by some guys at Cornerstone (some adults passionate to serve the least and last). Godwin (one of the leaders) took us to the slums just above the hills of the taxi park. To refresh your memory, the taxi park was where I was almost pick-pocketed so I was sure I wore my backpack in the front. Again, just a surreal experience walking in such congestion. But we walked past safely and after some turns and up a hill we encountered one of the slums (Godwin called it the ghetto) where they help minister to street children. And believe me it was the ghetto. You can smell the sewage in the drains on either side of the street, many children are barefooted and wearing tattered clothing, and families are just trying to make it selling vegetables, household goods, food or whatever they can find. That’s the thing I love about Ugandans here. They’re very entrepreneurial They have resolve, little money, but they make it happen.



(These are the tin cans the children recycle to turn into oil lanterns)

These street children are orphans. Some have gone to school, others have not and all been surviving on the streets for years by themselves, some as young as eight years old. They pass their time collecting tins to recycle into oil lanterns, find food in the garbage piles, sleep when they can (sometimes huddled together in the park until the cops kick them out), and to escape the painful life of surviving on the streets, they get high daily on aviation oil. They pour the oil into rags and inhale it much like you would through spray paint cans or glue. But the oil has a greater effect of getting you high. They get the oil by befriending some of the local mechanics or pay for it. It’s a vicious cycle. They have enough shillings to buy the oil but not food.

I met these children and immediately saw the bottles of oil and rags stuffed in their pockets. Godwin and the other guys try to confiscate as many as they can and have been educating them on the dangers of inhaling as well as AIDS awareness. I saw the emptiness in their eyes as they were fully dilated from the high. But then I saw hope. Behind the high, the conditions they were living in and the ragged clothes, I saw hope. I saw children wanting to be held and loved. They latched on and held my hand or came under my arm wanting to be hugged. They did the same to Grace, Suhani, Kaye and Jamie who were with me. They were excited to see visitors (Mzungus – fair skin ones) and greeted us. But we made it past the differences and heard ‘Mzungus’ as we walked up the hill to the soccer field where we were to have some fellowship and futbol. Godwin and his friends have been building a relationship with these street children for the last two years and you can tell these children trust them calling them ‘uncle’. After some encouraging words, some songs and a message it was off to futbol.


(Grace and her new friends as we walk up to the soccer field)


(Pastor Kaye and some beautiful children)

Now I was excited to play futbol since it’s what they do here. And I figured there was no way they could play since they were still high. Oh I was so wrong… Godwin told me that futbol is the common denominator to reach these children and it also serves a purpose by getting their bodies to burn off the high. I decided to play defense and one of the plays came my way with a ten year old dribbling the ball at me. So I attacked trying to get the ball and next thing I know I’m flat on my back with a nice dirt burn on my elbow and the ball past me with the ten year old looking at me thinking “silly Mzungu”. But that was when I saw how these street children care for one another. They all ran up to me helping me up, dusting the dirt off and looking at my wound asking if I was okay. They hugged me and the ten year old was so apologetic and hugged me as well. I told him no need to apologize and that I was fine. A quick high five and I was back in the game. Interestingly, the same thing happened to Jamie and while they helped him up, he quickly got the ball and continued playing hoping to score a goal. It didn’t happen.

We didn’t have money to give to these children, but I gave some to Godwin so that they can buy them lunch after futbol. Godwin and his friends give them vouchers every Saturday so they can have a hot meal. I managed to snap some shots of the morning. It was a beautiful picture. Jamie, Kaye and I playing soccer, Grace was playing duck duck goose and Suhani was getting a guitar lesson from one of the former street kids. This was truly the best way to spend three hours in Uganda.


(Suhani talking to one of the children)


(Grace playing duck duck goose with the children)


(Jamie in the far corner trying to be a savvy soccer player)


meandsoccerkid(The ten year old who schooled me in soccer)