Yesterday I experienced what is the slums of Jinja, a small village called Masese populated by a tribe called the karamojong. there are no words to explain the pain I feel, how my heart is broken.....as soon as we got out of the van we were swarmed by Mother and fatherless children who were malnourished (to put it I a nice way) filthy, half clothed, scared and infected with ringworm, jiggers, scabies...etc; Smoke, urine, garbage and other unrecognizable smell's were enough to make any person sick. but my heart went out to these children, I didn't mind the fact that my skin, once white, was know tan with the stain of dirt. I didn't mind that the children around me were infected with highly contagious illnesses. I was completely numb and it wasn't till we had left the village and headed home that the emotions flooded in, big heaping sobs that were uncontrollable. I knew that in coming to Africa I would encounter these types of living circumstances, I wasn't oblivious to the fact that there were places in the world like Masese, but it is totally different to experience it.....it's shocking. This note does no justice for what i saw yesterday.....but it does give you a little glimpse into my heart and life here in Uganda Africa.
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