gulu

I am covered in a thin film of red dust from the mangled strands of hair on my head all the way down to my newly french pedicured toes (only a dollar in Gulu!).

It has been close to 2 weeks since my delayed arrival in Entebbe Airport, though I swear I am now a registered Ugandan citizen, and that I have been living here for months. Each memory is precious, because of its novelty, and my worst fear is that my memories will slowly begin to slip through the crevices of my brain. I started this blog with the profound purpose of documenting my time in Uganda, and yet I find I don’t have the time. Power is a precious commodity – I’ve only had access to it to use my computer 3 days out of the 2 weeks I have been in Uganda.

My mind is overflowing with the stories I have heard since I have been here. My experiences here have certainly changed my outlook on life, and progress is rapidly being made in terms of my TB/HIV Fellowship with GlobeMed.

I am mentally and physically exhausted, and don’t have the time now to go back and trace my footsteps from Charlotte-Douglas Airport to Gulu. I’ve been invited to Christ Church to join the choir practice, and play the piano for them as they rehearse for Sunday’s worship. From 8AM – 4PM, I spent the day traveling all across Gulu (weaving through trees, and grassy unmarked fields), and interviewed 7 TB positive patients. The process is tiresome, and I am ready to go back home to some severely sweet African tea, portion of posho, beans, and hopefully, tilapia.

I need to start walking to the church now to make it on time, but hopefully, I’ll be back soon to give a more proper update.

Amari Mada. (I love you).