African Muzungu

The car ride to the field location was quiet as we each played out in our minds what might happen next. Upon arriving, the Investigator told the muzungus to wait in the car while he and Sidekick interviewed witnesses and tracked down the Suspect. After what seemed like forever, and many elevated and dashed hopes as person after person knew nothing useful, Sidekick finally motioned for us to come. Straining our necks searching for the bags, we were finally rewarded when the Investigator and the Suspect stepped forward with the hoped for purse!!! The Investigator explained that the Suspect had been collecting scrap metal along the road to Kampala and found my purse lying on the side of the road. When he picked it up, he found my license and SIM cards in it and knew this was the purse of a muzungu. He started calling the contacts on the SIM card until he came upon Nat's number, and here we were. Apparently the thieves had sorted through the things taking everything electronic (and All

So I'm telling a story that should have been told a week and a half ago, but wasn't. But it's just too good to let it pass by. Yes, it's long. But it demands to be written. Soooo one bright Friday morning, I woke up to go to language lessons as usual, but not quite as usual. Because that day was special. That day Natalie, Ally, and I were leaving straight from language lessons to go on a road trip to Jinja for some much anticipated girl time. We had the whole weekend ahead of us, and it was going to be grand. As I had packed that morning, I intentionally packed my DSLR camera and determined that I was going to be better about taking pictures of the group of us. After lessons, as Natalie pulled up to Margaret's place, she realized that the distribution point for Operation Christmas Child was just up the street, and workers from her children's home, Lulwanda Children's Home, was collecting boxes just then! When she asked me if she could borrow my camera I pull