uganda 3
there was another mysterious email i sent which went missing in cyberspace...well probably for the best as it was all about me getting ill, enjoying a trip to an african hospital to get myself checked for malaria after not only a headache, fever and nausea but also my vision started going...alas it turned out to be only a really bad flu. so instead i pumped my body full of cheap ugandan drugs prescribed by the doctor which had an interesting toxic colour and endured many trips to those african pit toilets...
anyway, so i think you didn't miss much.
we left with some very tearful goodbyes and promises of return on our behalf, accompanied with speeches and songs (parting is a sweet sorrow..)
coming back here has been a very surreal experience for me. it became a norm for me to see starving children everyday, to live in a town where most infrastructure has been bombed out and people live mainly in shacks,to be around children who have no innocence and live in constant fear...and you return to the UK, and after you get used to seeing so many white people again it sinks in to you that what you saw was not normal, that this kind of thing should not be happening in our world. sigh.
it was very hard for me whilst i was out there, a few times i really felt like throwing down my spade and walking off the work site, especially after being ill, i still felt incredibly weak for days but i have also never been welcomed into a community like i was in Gulu. i have never met any group of people who were so grateful to what i was doing...ironically i have also never met any people who have lived in such desperation.
what a world we live in, 'ey?
