Around the world

Around the world; a Nation Hopper's journy to teach on all 7 continents.

Monday, December 30, 2013

The womens group

Cliff and I were supposed to go to the ghetto on Saturday to see the kids, but we got a call from Lilian (a woman who lives in the ghetto who helps organize the kids and both programs) saying there were only a handful of kids there, most of them were at their villages. So we didn’t go, which was a bummer :( I was sick on Sunday with a pretty bad migraine, so it was a pretty blah weekend. 

But, today Cliff picked me up and took me to the ghetto to meet with the women. We were there for three hours and I had an incredible time. Instead of jumping right into a structured lesson/class, I spent three hours getting to know the six women who came. I told them about myself and what I do in Austin, about my family and my interests and in turn they told me about their lives and families. 

The stuff we talked about was really heavy stuff, I nearly dissolved into tears several times. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around it and process it all, and I’m completely exhausted. So, I’m not going to dive into the sticky stuff today, but I will gladly show you some pictures!! 

The ghetto, and Cliff's nose!

Yja Yja (grandma) Josephine and I 

Lilian giving me a paper necklace

My Ugandan mother

Cliff, the women and I 

Saturday, December 28, 2013


In keeping with tradition, I had to eat something weird while in Uganda. Most of the dinning choice I've had thus far have been pretty normal, much to my disappointment. But tonight I had two unusual things that I had not yet tried.

The girls and I had fish for dinner again tonight, Esther, Prosy, Filda and I were sitting laughing after putting food on our plates and I happened to look at Esther's plate. She had chosen one of the heads (Filda had the head last night) and its mouth was open. Did you know fish have tongues? I politely asked Esther if she was going to eat the tongue, the answer to which was a very strange look. Taking that as I no, I asked if I could have it. With a nod I picked up the head from her plate and put it on my own, with a fork I held the mouth open and with a spoon I scooped out the tongue before handing the head back. It was a bit on the slimy side, and it had the consistency of fat.

Dinner progressed, I was sitting next to Eron who had the other head and asked if she was going to eat the brain. She shrugged and said she didn't know what it looked like. She had eaten the majority of the meat off the top of the head and I asked if I could have a look. I picked up her head and started prodding at it; during the cooking process both the eyes on this fish had come loose but the empty sockets remained. (Side story: Esther was very happy to eat her fish eyes but only ate the inner part of the eye, leaving the socket. I picked it up to have a look and found a long piece of white, string-like muscle attached to it. "This is where it attaches to the brain!" I was pretty grossed out, but it served as a reference point to finding the brain in Eron's fish) I gently pulled at the socket until I found the attachment muscle and gently tugged at it. A piece of dark meat wriggled as I pulled, I had a feeling when I first saw it that it was the brain but now I was reasonably sure. A small piece of the brain broke off as I detached it from the rest of the head and handed it back to Eron so I popped it back in my mouth.

So I can add fish tongue and brain to my ever growing list of unusual foods :D 

Friday, December 27, 2013

Fish. It's whats for dinner!

The girls, Calvin, Cliff and I went down to lake Victoria today to buy some tilapia for dinner. It was an abysmally hot day, but there was a nice breeze down by the water. Cliff pulled me aside as we were walking up to the fish stands and said if the guys selling the fish saw me, they would jack the price of the fish up. So the girls, Calvin and I went to the edge of the pier and took pictures. I asked Filda how big the lake is, she told me huge. It touches three countries in Africa, Uganda, Kenya and Tanzania. So, its pretty big. The girls and I share a love for tilapia and since fish is pretty expensive they don't get to have it very often so it was a nice treat for all of us.

Cliff and I are going to the ghetto tomorrow, we'll be doing a lesson on lying. I have a skit of the boy who cried wolf to do and have some of the youth help me act out the story while Cliff translates for me.

Hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas! 


Tomi read the post with the questions and was able to give some better answers than I was. Here is what she said;

KIK is working towards building a self-sustaining village to relocate the people from the slums so they do have a place to go. All efforts in 2014 will be used for this. We don't want them to be scattered or go live on the streets or in the bushes of Northern Uganda where they came from. The war was perpetrated by the Lord's Resistance Army, lead by Joseph Kony. He was the one that abducted over 22,000 children and turned them into soldiers. Most of the child soldiers have grown up and escaped. These are the families (mostly the women) of the Banda Acholi Quarters Slum that you are working in. Most of the youth and kids you work with in the slums mother's were abducted at one time or another. Now they are grown up, living with PTSD and trying to survive. They were kicked out of their homes in the north because of war and they are about to be displaced once again - that's why the village is so important. We need a few thousand more $'s to finish buying a 10 acre parcel about 40k outside of Kampala and about 5,000 dollars more needed to put in a well once we have the land. Architectural plans have already been drawn - we are in the needing finances to put in the well and start building so that we can start the relocation process for these people.

The country club - you are 2.5k from the MCC (Makindye Country Club) and you are living outside of Kampala in Makindye - Luwafu.

Just thought I'd give you some info on that. Oh - the building inside is only 10x14 if you count it off and Cliff said you only had about 200 kids there the past week. The slums are 8k outside Kampala city limits and there are 50,000 people living in an approximate 30 acre radius

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Boxing Day

Everyone is still in a food coma from yesterday. We had SO much food for Christmas and it was all delicious. 

The girls and I slept until 10 this morning and vegged on the couch and watched a movie. It was beastly hot today, we all hid the living room with the curtains drawn, windows and doors thrown open wide. Cliff came by and said he’d drive us all the to pool, and we all jumped at the chance to escape the heat. 

There is a country club about three miles, maybe two, or a 30 minute walk, from the house that the girls are a member of and they have a pool. So he dropped us off and gave us money for a taxi home. 

We had a lot of fun at the pool, I taught the girls how to play chicken, marco polo and how to dive. Esther and Eron jumped off my shoulders like my dad used to do it me, we had a blast. And I got some sun! I’ve been looking a bit pasty since the weather turned some what cold in Austin. We swam and tanned for two hours before getting dressed and heading back to the house. I wanted to ride a boda-boda (a motorcycle taxi), so Eron rode with me and the other girls piled into a taxi. The boda-boda ride was fun, I had ridden on one in Thailand but this was different. 

Eron and I got back first and went across the street to the shop to get a soda, and guess what they have… Coke in glass bottles!! I think it’s the coolest thing ever and the girls thought I was crazy :) 

All in all a pretty good day. 


Here are some questions people have asked; 

Q-I'm not sure how slum areas are formed---I'm guessing destitute people gather  to try to help each other survive?

A-The slum looks like an extension of the city, like a neighborhood. The houses are very small, one room, and have tin roofs. There are vegetable stands and shops that sell clothing, so its very different than the slum in India. The people in the ghetto came from the north of Uganda years ago when there was a war (I don’t know the specifics of the war) and traveled to Kampala to escape the war. Most people are from the north, but there are others who are from different parts of the country. 

Q-How many days do you go to be with the children? 

A-I go to the ghetto every Saturday and spend most of the day with the kids. However, since they are on summer vacation we will be bringing a handful of them up to Tomi’s house to spend a few days with me learning how to sew, bake and other crafts. 

Q-How do they get to the building?

A-The building we meet at on Saturdays is in the ghetto, the kids walk (sometimes up to 2 miles) to come to Saturday class. 

Q-Is the building a large room?

A-The building is small rectangle, maybe 10 feet wide and 40 feet long. 

Q-I gather from the looks of Tomi's home that it is a very large house---not in the slum area?

A- Yes, Tomi lives in Kampala, about a 30 minute drive to the ghetto. 

Q-Do you know the name of the village where you are?

A-I’m not in a village, I am in Kampala which is the capitol city of Uganda. The ghetto is on the outskirts of the city. The closest village is 20 kilometers, or a 45 minute drive away. 

Q-How do the kids get the liquor? 

A-The boys Cliff told me about get the beer from their mother who is also an alcoholic. Cliff made it sound like its not hard for the kids to get a hold of alcohol. 

Q-Where did the people that were evicted from the slum go 

A-We don’t know where they went. When/if our slum inhabitants get evicted, Cliff thinks many of them will go back to their villages up north. 

Q-Where do they come from

A-Many people are from the Acholi tribe, located in the northern part of Uganda. 

Q-What is the gov't going to do with the land

A-Develop it. The ghetto is sitting on ‘prime property’ as Cliff says. There is a private contractor who is building a very large, very nice house in the ghetto right now. 

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas Eve

I am feeling so, unexplainably blessed to be spending Christmas and ringing in the new year with such wonderfully kind, incredible people. My family and friends have been so supportive and encouraging, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for their love and support. I’m not sure what exactly I did to deserve all these blessing but I am truly and deeply thankful. 

I’m thankful for the opportunities I’ve had to travel and see the world. 

I’m thankful for all the incredible people I’ve met, all of whom have changed my life. 

I’m thankful for my family, who love me no matter what, and who are selfless enough to share me with another family, another culture and another country for the holidays. 

I’m thankful for my friends, who have been by my side every step of the way.

I’m thankful for my new Ugandan family, who welcomed me, a complete stranger, into their home with open arms and smiles. 

I’m thankful to be young and alive. 

The stars are beautiful tonight, make sure you go outside and appreciate the beauty of the world we live in for a few minutes before turning in. 

I hope everyone is having a fabulous and safe Christmas eve and I wish you a very merry Christmas. Make sure you tell those around you that you love them, celebrate responsibly, give thanks for all of your blessings, and give to someone who is not having such a merry Christmas.  Be sure to spread the love and kindness today and tomorrow, for tis the season, make the most of it. 

Lots of love, 

-Manda Panda

Sunday, December 22, 2013

All I want for Christmas is,

A Red Ryder BB Gun, and I'll tell you why.

Every morning since I've been here, there is a monstrous rooster who apperently is new at this whole crowing thing. Every morning at 3:30 sharp he starts crowing. And he'll crow and crow and crow for about thirty minutes before realizing its stupid early and then he'll go back to sleep.


In the morning.

Every morning.

Without fail.


I will get him. And I'll get him good. 

The Ghetto

*Warning, there is a paragraph in this post that is extremely hard to read. I can’t prepare you for what happened today, except to tell you to be ready. 

Clifford picked me up at 8 this morning and we drove to the ghetto to work with the kids, as we were driving we got into a traffic jam. It was early and Clifford couldn’t think of why traffic was so slow on a Saturday. A big truck moved from in front of us and we saw police cars blocking off a street and men in yellow shirt (I was told they were city officials) directing traffic. Turns out the government was evicting people from a slum (not the slum KIK is working in). They were far down the street, but I could see a large mass of people standing with police officers with guns standing in front of them. Later on we drove by two large plots, one was fenced off by barbed wire, the other had large metal slats blocking it off. Clifford told me these plots were also slums that had been evicted recently. 

I was looking out Clifford’s window as we were driving, there was a large hill with tin roof houses in large clusters. “That’s the ghetto,” Clifford said. My jaw dropped, I had a very different picture in my head when Tomi had told me she worked in the ghetto of Uganda.  I guess after working in a slum in India I had this stereotypical idea of what a ghetto or slum looked like and boy, was I wrong. The ghetto didn’t look all that different than the city, a little more run down and crumbly but I don’t think I would have guessed it to be the ghetto if Clifford hadn’t told me that it was. 

We drove for a few miles before Clifford stopped the car on the side of the road and parked it. A woman came around the car and started started speaking to Clifford, he said the woman was one of the participants in the women's group I will meet in a few Mondays. A few kids came running up, offered shy smiles and helped carry the basket of medical supplies. 

The kids jabbered excitedly as we walked a little was through the houses and shops selling veggies and clothes. We navigated down a steep hill and I saw a group of kids sitting in front of the community building, a woman bustling over two large pans of millet (a porridge the kids get at the end of their lesson). Clifford lead me over to the woman and introduced me to Vivian, the woman who lived in the ghetto and helped organize the Saturday and Monday programs. 

A handful of the youths helped usher the little kids in and sat them on benched. My eyes continued to widen as more and more kids spilled into this tiny, rectangle room. Soon the benches were full and the kids started sitting on the floor. Each child had a plastic mug clutched tightly in a small fist. As the kids were taking their seats, Clifford told me how this was going to work since the younger kids do not speak English. I would talk and teach in English and he would translate into Luganda. 

As more kids were spilling in, Cliff pulled two boys from the bench and lead them outside, motioning that I should follow them. He put the kids against a wall away from the door and turned to me, his face was pulled down with sorrow. “These boys,” he struggled to find the right words to tell me. “you know Amanda. These boys have already started drinking.” Tears stung my eyes and I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. Clifford went on to tell me that the boys had come to the Saturday class drunk before, how the older of the two had been blackout drunk before. My ears rang, and I prayed that I was hallucinating, unfortunately I wasn't. I asked Cliff how old the boys were, the little one was 5 and his older brother 8. My heart broke in two right then. I squatted down and told both boys how bad alcohol was for you and the effect it would have on their bodies if they kept drinking. Tears sprung into the older ones eyes as Cliff translated, the little one stared at me. I smiled the best I could and asked if I could have a hug. The little one surprised me and threw his arms around my neck, I squeezed him tight with one arm and pulled his older brother in with the other one. I held the two of them for a long moment, praying as hard as I could to whom ever was listening that these boys quit drinking and for someone to love them properly. I let the boys go and they scampered back into the room, I had to take several deep breaths and steady myself before I could follow. 

When the room was unbelievably full, 70 ish kids (though I am told the room is packed with another 40 on most Saturdays) Clifford started the kids off with a couple of songs. Bright white teeth glimmered, eyes sparkled as high voice shouted enthusiastically in time with Clifford’s clapping hands. As the kids sang, they watched me stand at the front of the room, a few of them returned the smile I gave them, others looked away quickly, pretending they weren’t looking at me. There was a young girl sitting in the front row, she was maybe 6 years old and she had a baby girl sitting in her lap. As soon as the baby saw me, she started bawling. The young girl turned her around so her back was to me and she stopped crying, this went on for the whole lesson. 

When all of the kids were seated Clifford told me I could start. I was suuuuuuuper nervous, I’ve had the jitters ever since I bought my ticket and I wasn’t really sure what I was so nervous about. I stuffed my hands in my front pockets and addressed the kids, “Hi guys (voice cracks). My name is Amanda, and I (voice cracks again) live in Austi(squeak).” I trailed off, my heart pounding and sheepishly let Clifford finish my sentence in Luganda. I told the kids the agenda for the day, a quick talk about gossiping and a game. While Cliff translated the kids stared solemnly at me and I had an idea. “Raise your hand if you like the color blue.” Hands hesitantly crept up above the kids heads after Cliff asked the question. “Who’s favorite color is green?” More hands rose. “Who’s favorite color is blue?” I asked. Some of the older kids waved their hands excitedly. By the time I asked them who had brothers and who had sisters the kids were smiling and laughing. 

Satisfied I had broken the very thick ice, I told the kids they could ask me five questions. When Cliff told them this, the smiles disappeared and lips tucked into pouts. Cliff joked and coaxed the stoney faces for about five minutes before turning to the youths for help. The older kids asked why I came to Uganda, why I cared what their favorite colors were, what my favorite food was. By the time I was done answering their questions everyone was feeling a little more comfortable. 

After the Q and A I asked the kids to raise their hand of they knew what gossiping was and who thought it was bad, who thought it was good. All of the kids knew what gossiping was and the general consensus was that gossiping was bad. With the help of a few of the youth kids I demonstrated how talking about someone, even if it was about something good, could turn into something negative. 

Once the kids understood I had them play telephone, again showing them how a person can say one thing, and by the time a fifth person says it, it is something completely different. The kids were amazed as the sentences from the telephone came out different. The kids were starting to get restless and I knew they were hungry so I ended the lesson. As one of the youth kids was leading the prayer I quickly told Cliff to tell the kids that I if they wanted to, they could come up and give me a high five, a hug, a fist bump (fist bumping is big here), or a hand shake. Cliff told me to stand near the back of the room so the door way wouldn't get too congested. 

As soon as the kids were dismissed, the ones nearest me leaped up and crowded around me, holding up hands, tugging on my shirt. Two little ones were still sitting on the floor and I quickly jerked them to their feet, least they get stepped on. The kids giggled, smiled, and laughed as I gave out high fives and fist bumps left and right. After a few minutes the little one who I had a talk to outside pushed through the sea of kids surrounding me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned down and hugged him back, pinching his cheeks affectionately. After that a few of the braver kids came up with arms out stretched and gave some hugs. 

After the room was cleared of the young kids the handful of youths come in for medical treatment. Cliff was putting on some gloves and asked if I was any good at bandaging wounds, this is one time I’m really thankful I have first aid training from working at the pool. I snapped on a pair of gloves and cleaned out gooey cuts, slathered neosporen on  and finished with a bandaid. Most of the youth kids were home in their villages so we didn’t meet with them. We did tell them that during the week after Christmas Tomi has given permission for a handful of them to come to the house and do arts and crafts with me. The kids are excited, but I don’t think they are as excited as I am to spend some more time with them. 

Needless to say today was a very emotional day and I’ve just now really been able to process everything that happened. My head is still reeling from the two little boys and the trouble they are getting into at such a young age. But, I’m excited to go back next week and to meet with the women. 

Saturday, December 21, 2013


So, I kinda used up all my internet by Thursday night and just got it refilled (the amount I got lasts Clifford a month), whoops. I’m limiting myself to 30 minutes a day and will only be up loading a few pictures because it takes up too much time. 

I’ve realized I haven't really talked about what I’ve been doing every day since Monday, I’ve only given bits and pieces. I’ve been spending my days mostly at the house with the girls and Calvin or running errands and seeing Kampala with Clifford. At the house, I usually play with Calvin, or hang out with the girls. We’ve made friendship bracelets, cleaned the house, done some cooking, washed laundry. 

On Wednesday Clifford took me early in the morning to the market to get veggies and rice for the week. That was a lot of fun, very different than the Thai market. Here, all the veggies are sitting on tarps on the ground. I saw women carrying large baskets on their heads and men hunched over with a sack of 100lbs of potatoes slung over their back.There were soooo many people there, but Clifford said it was actually a slow day because a lot of people have gone back to their villages for Christmas.

I’ve learned that Uganda is a Christian country. Christianity is the major religion here, I was a little surprised when I found this out. There are Christmas lights all over the place, fake Christmas trees for sale in the shops, and everyone wishes you a merry Christmas when they stop and talk. 

On Thursday I washed clothes with Grace, again different than when I did it in Thailand. The girls in Thailand sat on stools and used brushes to wash their clothes, Grace leaned over a bucket of water and used nothing but her hands. After she showed me how to do it, she finished washing her clothes and then came back to help me with the rest of mine. (Grace is probably the sweetest of the 5, though all 5 are charming and sweet). I would wring out a shirt and go to ring it up when Grace would take it from me and wring what seemed like another bucket full of water out, her hands are incredibly strong. 

Friday was a really fun day. In the morning Cliff took the girls, Calvin and I to the craft market to do some shopping. He had to run into town to go to the postoffice and before he left he told me not to pay the price someone first gave me. “You ask the price, and then tell them you will give them half. You are a muzungu, they will charge you double what the item is worth.” Now, I’m a very placid person, and confrontation of any kind is not my forte and I absolutely quaked at the thought of haggling. The girls all had spending money and Clifford was patting his pockets, looking for some shillings for Calvin but I stopped him. Calvin has me totally and completely wrapped around his finger and I told Clifford to tell Calvin to tell me what he wanted and I would get him something. I was looking at some really wicked bottle openers when he started chattering excitedly and pointing. The woman I was speaking too reached out and picked up this large, heavy wood carving of a gazelle and handed it to me. He looked up at me smiling, clutching it to his chest. I laughed and asked him if that was what he wanted. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and smiled (he doesn’t speak any English). The woman was asking 10,000 shillings for each opener, I told her I would give her 8,000. She said no, that 8 was not enough so I told her we’d think about it and come back. We walked around with the girls a bit, ventured off on our own and then Calvin found a drum. I was buying some hair bands when he suddenly grabbed my hand and all but dragged me over to the man while the drums. I picked one up and gave it to Calvin, asking the man how much the drum was. He said 10,000 and again I said that was too much (this was my fourth or fifth transaction and haggling with him didn’t quite get me shaking as badly as the first few times). I got it down to 7,00 and Calvin hasn’t stopped drumming on it since. My favorite purchase was a pair of book ends made out of wood with, wait for it…. Elephants carved into each end. Now, if you know me at all, you know I’m completely in love elephants ever since my trip to Thailand. I’m thrilled and can’t wait to get home and put them up in my living room. 

On Friday night Cliff picked all 7 of us up and along with his oldest daughter Kelly, his friend Aileisha and her daughter Sanisha and took us to a Christmas show put on by the Watoto Christian church. The church was founded by Gary Skinner who has done a lot for the Ugandans, put up multiple churches, started children's homes and paid for school for students. We tried to go Thursday night but didn’t get in. The show is free and put on the week before Christmas. On Friday we stood in line, under the hot sun for 2 hours to make sure we got in. When we finally made it into the church we were packed like sardines onto pews in a (what felt like) non air conditioned church. But. I can tell you the wait was totally worth it. This was the best  Christmas show I think I have ever seen. The singers and choir were superb, and the dancers were incredible. The one thing that ruined it was the gaggle of girls sitting behind us. If you have to shout over the music to talk to your friend, chances are you’re ruining the show for the people around you. I wanted so badly to turn around and ssh them. We left the church at 7:45 and didn’t get home until 9:30. I will never again complain about traffic in Austin. The van Clifford drives as no ac, that plus the heat makes sitting stationary on a dusty road for 30 minutes very uncomfortable. 

On Saturday Clifford took me to the ghetto, but that’ll get its own post in a little while. 

Let’s see, what else is there to tell…..

The weather has been nice for the most part. The first few days were perfect, 70 degrees with a light breeze. But the end of the week had hotter days, mid 90s, and a little bit of rain. It’s much less humid than Austin which surprised me, seeing as how Kampala is right on the edge of lake Victoria and the its so hot here. 

The girls are on their summer vacation, end of November to the first of February, so we get to hang out all day which is really nice. 

The food has been wonderful. In the house, rice is the main dish at lunch and dinner, with a ‘sauce’ of meat or beans. I am officially no longer a vegitarian, despite going to a slaughter house after the ghetto (I had to scrub cow and blood off my shoes after >p). I have yet to have tilapia, which is something Uganda is famous for. There is a special peanut paste that is served with the rice and it’s delicious. We’ll have cabbage, spinach or french green beans and cold cucumber, avocado and tomatoes. Clifford and I went out for lunch today and had traditional Ugandan food which was to die for. We had smoked beef and the peanut past that was steamed in a banana leaf over rice, posha which is corn flour mixed with water and also steamed in a banana leaf, banana mashed potatoes (basically bananas mashed to the consistency of mashed potatoes and steamed in a banana leaf), sweet potatoes (which where out of this world) and pumpkin. 

I’ve been waking up with terrible allergies, I’m not quite sure what I’m allergic to, or if its just all the dust floating about. We have tea for breakfast and I’ve been loading mine with local honey and that usually keeps the sneezing, running nose to a minimum during the day. 

Clifford is my new best friend. He is the administer for Kids Inspiring Kids and a phenomenal guy. Hes about 30 years old, has two kids and lives with his girlfriend (who is also the mother of his children). He was born in a village to the west. His last name is Casabante which means cow herder, he carries a stick in the truck because every kid in his village is given one and they grow up with sticks. He is very patient with me, answering the hundreds of questions I have for him on an hourly basis. I’ve been learning a ton about Uganda, the people, the language, the tribes, the food, and so on. 

Muzungu is a term that has two meanings. The first is, obviously, a person with white skin. We’ll be driving through the neighborhood and kids will run next to the car shouting “muzungu!” and waving at me. It’s not at all a derogatory term and I’ve grown to love it. Calvin started off calling me muzungu, but I asked Filda to tell him to call me Amanda. The second meaning is a person who is doing well, financially. Ugandans will call each other muzungu if they got a particularly large pay check. 

Uganda is made up of 70 (I think) tribes. Within each tribe are clans, you CAN NOT marry inside a clan but you can marry inside, or outside, a tribe. Each tribe has defining character traits and physical features. Clifford can tell by looking at someone and hearing them talk which part of the country they are from and which tribe they belong to. Each tribe is ruled by a king, these kings are second under the president but much more loved then the president. 

I sleep under a mosquito net (which is an experience) and during the day, even at night, the little pests don’t bother me, which is unusual because I usually attract mosquitos like honey does flies. I did get bitten by one on my second or third night and nearly went into hysterics, positive I had contracted malaria. Obviously, I’m fine :) 

I’m sure there’s loads more, but thats all I can think of at present. If y’all have specific questions, or want to know about something PLEASE comment or Facebook me and ask!!! 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

The house; as seen through the eyes of a 4 year old

Two stepping with Calvin




Calvin, the photographer and Mot the cat


When I was in Thailand, on my third or fourth night, I was sitting at the table with my laptop when Fai came up to me and wanted to take a picture. I pulled up photobooth and after we took a couple of regular pictures I showed them all the funky lenses, the girls had a ball with them and took well over a fifty pictures. Last night, here in Uganda, was no different. We had just finished eating dinner when Calvin grabbed my hand and started jabbering as he lead me into my room. He looked around and then asked me a question. Eron was walking by and I grabbed her, asking her to translate his question for me. She said he was looking for my computer (Calvin and I had taken pictures and watched Finding Nemo on it earlier). I laughed and took them both into the living room where the other girls were sitting. Calvin was very eager to show them how to take pictures and soon we had a photo shoot going. The girls loved all the different lenses and we had a lot of fun. 

Without further ado, here are the wonderfully beautiful girls, and boy, I am living with;

Prosey and Calvin

Front: Calvin, Prosey
Back: Esther, Eron

Front: Calvin, Prosey, Grace
Back: Esther, Eron

Front: Me, Calvin, Prosey, Eron
Back: Esther, Filda, Grace

Front: Me, Calvin, Prosey, Eron
Back: Esther, Filda, Grace

Esther, Prosey, Eron, Grace (back)