Uganda- I miss You

It's been a while now since we got back from Uganda, and I've been actually missing it and longing for the good, sweet, slow times we had there. Everyday was filled with friendly faces, new sites, and simplicity. The smallest things were the most grateful things to be had. The food didn't sit well with me and I got sick, but even if it happened again, I still have an inward longing for a return. I miss the smiling faces of the people there, the laughs of the ladies sewing as mama tried on a dress that was just a little too small- and then too big for her, the hospitable favors of those around us- my brother's friend Den-ish who was all too kind, showing me around- and helping me throughout the town. When I was with him, I felt secure, protected, and like Uganda was my homeland- however, the feeling faded as he left for the evening. Yet, every time, I got together with the Ugandan people, I felt like they were my family, like they were my home- strangers- once- but felt like I knew them my whole life in a matter of seconds. What brings them so close together? Partially, past wars, partially poverty, partially culture. I miss it. Today, I want to go back. Today, I want to be a part of the world where I am considered a family member of society. Today, I want to be in a group that loves and helps- works hard and long- and appreciates the fact of living, living another day- together.

This is one of my favorite pictures. 

This is me with kwon or kalo (millet posho) on my finger - how Ugandan's eat with their hands

& this is our good friend Denish with a fork.

I thought it was a humourous combination, especially we were laughing because I didn't like the taste of kalo. :) 

Denish is so special- his skin is so silky and smooth.. wow. It was like looking at a beautiful portrait, like still milk on a star-lit night. I've never seen any skin that looked so creamy before. :) 

I wish everyone could see his skin and meet him. He is so nice!