It’s been dark over here at the news desk for some time, we admit. And though the dry season is upon us, we haven’te been neglecting to update you because we’ve been passed out on the floor from the near triple-digit temperatures every day (Seriously,
Hi my name is Caleb Okken and I live in Karimoja, Uganda with my family. I am 10 years old. There are several cool things about living here. Here are my top 8:
Our recent cyber silence was caused by a flurry of activity here in Naakale. Last week, I found myself alone for the first time in Africa (if you can call being within 100 feet of 15 other people alone). Christopher drove down to Kampala for
Saturday was the last of the hibiscus. We’ve been harvesting every day since mid-September and while the end has been coming for a few weeks now, the fields are finally stripped of most of the useful calyx. I’ve been thrown into managing the harvest this
We’ve recently had the privilege to participate in some scintillating conversations that covered topics from parental discipline to adoption of singles to consumption of alcohol to gay rights to the definition of communion to the authority of the institutional church to define its visible members.
As a part of our Christmas observations, our church held an afternoon Christmas Eve service. The day itself began with a promise of rain that did not disappoint. When the time came, Christopher and I made our way out to the open-air church building dressed
Christmas in Karamoja. That phrase, as I look out the window at the heat of the day, the dryness of the bush that surrounds our compound, and smell the burning grass and see the smoke wafting across the horizon, presents itself almost paradoxically. We are