in the same lane motorcycles, trucks, and cars we walk, some make it Pedestrians is the WordPress photo prompt for the week. I have learned to share a lane with multiple vehicles and other people in Northern Uganda.
Like a morning glory she radiates beauty a natural gift for language she wants to be a teacher singing and dance comes to mind when I think of her smile wrap up a gift filled with her dreams Talia is a 20 year old young woman who lives full time at the orphanage in Gulu. […]
There had been too many to count blue eyes, brown skin little hands big feet from Ukraine to Uganda silent cry the same “Ma Ma” Some left in a field others on a bin most left with nothing and overly thin a few were adopted many stung by the cold they started out young too […]
durable my Chevy truck carried heavy loads donkeys hard their working animals of old lumber on a bike seat on flat, hills too steep couldn’t believe my eyes one guy on narrow street water in large jugs more than a person can lug faithful bearer on wheels tho iron it may be The Iron Donkey […]
Orphan’s voices lift to the stars can’t keep feet from moving notes merge harmonious large is the circle of our song mimicking children’s motions I don’t want the song to end laughter young and old fills the skies tired we sit on mats our hearts still singing as we do crafts Jesus is smiling * […]
Kind-hearted people displaced by war twenty five years of waiting return to ancestral land centuries of farming the earth welcomes dance steps echo stars harmonize our adopted family Acholi – filled with Grace Today is the beginning of the A to Z Challenge. It is no challenge to share the beauty of Uganda in particular […]
The April 2017 A to Z Challenge begins in a few days on April 1st. All bloggers are welcome to share words, photography, you. We just returned from Uganda so I am inspired to share about this place and these people who were so welcoming and loving (so much so that we are hoping to return […]
In the mirror of a water bucket I see: A blur of color children with bright hearts flames cannot douse courage little girls pump, pump, pump feet steadily move up the hill “more water” little heads bear yellow water jugs school books brown edged blue chairs too hot to touch ashen are next day’s reflections […]