The following is an attempt to express some of the whirling thoughts on “re-entry”. The road behind, a streak in the sky 14 months long The road before, a swirling dream of the known made surreal Punctuated with a question mark An exchange has begun,
Back to life in the developed world. Where plastic utensils are disposable and there are public water fountains (remember those?). Many things that I used to take for granted have developed a new novelty. It’s been a wild couple of weeks with Chloe’s parents coming
We are coming home. Or are we? With our current term coming to an end in just a few weeks, it’s hard not to feel a sense of disconnectedness from what’s going on around the Mission. The other missionaries are planning for events that will
At Pastor Al’s recommendation, I’ve picked up a book called Africa: Altered States Ordinary Miracles by Richard Dowden. Its author is a veteran of reportage in Africa, and his concise history of post-colonial Africa is peppered with fascinating personal anecdotes collected over decades of work on
Coming in to the mission as an outsider, I’ve been doing my best to fit in by picking up on and using all the most hip and current OPC Karamoja Mission phrases. This one, “I do what I want,” may be the most popular, ahem
I know you’ve all heard this before, but it seems that rain is back with a vengeance in Nakaale. Over four inches in three days. Our local stream is up over twelve inches, swollen with runoff from the mountain. The plants in the fields seem
I have finally received a Karimojong name. As some of you may have heard, Christopher is also called Lopenek, which means the guy with the beard. The name seems so fitting in his present state of Amish-like facial hair that I had hoped for something
Over the past few weeks of teaching, my class has already transitioned through numerous iterations. I began with three students: Nakaale, Loumo, and Nacap. Although throughout the time, three other girls have come and gone I want to focus on these three. Nakaale is approximately