Adena Abel

Much time has passed since my last post. The Internet is slow here and we only have two computers. I will try now to update you on the many things that I have experienced already during my time here in Uganda.

When we arrived in Entebbe our guide, Herbert, and our driver, Fred picked us up and took us to the Sunset Motel where we spent our first night. The next day we drove to Lira (about 7 hours on the bus).

We were all jetlagged and falling asleep off and on but we still managed to see some great things. We drove through cities, villages, and bush (undeveloped land). People had mixed responses to seeing a bus full of people who were obviously not African driving by.

Many people waved at us and a few men gave us thumbs ups. Some teenage boys made fun of us, and a few women in one village acted as if they were going to throw bananas at us and angrily waved their knives in a way that suggested they wanted us to leave. We also encountered people who tried to sell us newspapers through the bus windows.

Mostly we have experienced nothing but kind, open and welcoming people. When we arrived at our hotel in Lira we had some time to walk around. Most of us left the hotel grounds for a walk and met a group of children who were very excited to see us. They loved having their pictures taken and posed and made faces for us.

With their limited English we learned a few of their names. I took a particular liking to a young girl who was holding an infant. Her name is Adena Nancy and her little sister, Adena Abel, could not have been more than a few months old. Through some elaborate gesturing I communicated that I wanted to hold her sister and she allowed me to without hesitation. It was a touching experience that she trusted me, a stranger, enough to allow me to do so.

I noticed that there were ants all over the blanket that Adena Abel was wrapped in and some were crawling on her face. I tried my best to brush them off of her but she didn’t really seem to notice. She looked up at me peacefully while sucking her thumb and I was touched by what a symbol of innocence she was.

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