3/29 8:24a.m.
Life in one place is not so different than that in another. As I was discussing with Richard during our visit to Entebbe yesterday, I think all people want the same things out of life: (1) happiness, (2) health, (3) ability to provide for family, (4) peace after death. Everyone has different ways of attaining these things, which is where the difference comes in, but these are what I think make us all very similar.
3/30 9:15a.m.
I am soooo happy that Heather is finally here! At first I was a bit embarrassed and worried that she was unintentionally offending people with her heightened excitement. Sometimes amusement can be taken as mockery or ignorance. I try not to experience new cultures and places as different, but often look for the similarities I have with the people around me and with their way of life.
I think I am also trying to blend in a little more here because I think I should. I assume my dark skin, short hair, and brown eyes should automatically make people assume I am African. But, deep down I know the way I dress, speak, even walk gives my American origin away. Heather’s arrival helps me embrace my own difference. I’ve stopped trying to blend in, because I do not anymore than Heather or any other “Mzumgu” (Luganda for “white person”) does.
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| Sunday evening, time to get your hair done for school. I remember those days. |
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| The very large P6 class at St. Maria Florence School. |
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| K1 at Nalugala Muslim Primary School. |
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| Shrine? I guess it's cultural. |
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| I feel your pain sister! Grading is not fun and never-ending. |
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| Toys! Jump rope, balls, and a doll. All made out of banana fibers. |
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| Part of Sex-Ed at the Muslim school. |
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