Seventeen-year-old Justine has beautiful light brown skin, close-cropped hair that looks so good on her, it makes you think you might give it a try,..
Thought long and hard Before I left home for Uganda, I thought long and hard about how I was going to bond with these young..
Living with a grumpy old granny trying to do the right thing can’t be easy. A well muscled and athletic girl Nalwnaga R sat perpendicular..
Little W says she’s 13. I doubt it. She’s so imp-like. It’s hard to believe that a person can be on this planet for 13..
Who is related to whom, and how they are related, in Uganda from an outsider’s perspective, can boggle the mind. The English language has yet to..
Children are rarely impressed with their parent’s knowledge. Or at least if my children were, they kept it to themselves. Not one asked me to..
Life started for S. in the Kivulu slum near downtown Kampala where eighty percent of the households live in abject poverty. This list of lacks included..
Confronting Traumatic Pasts A firestorm raged in my head. After two months in Uganda, listening to horrific accounts of neglect, abandonment, witchcraft, abuse, poverty, and..
Tall and dark, long and lovely, the girl from South Sudan passes and everyone she passes says, what? Wait. From afar, P is stunningly attractive...
Until I stood in front of twenty girls jonesing to learn to knit; three writhing, squalling babies; and three three-year-olds with more hands than the Hindu..
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