Mrs.O's writing room.

We’ve been back two weeks now and I still can’t get over how crowded Kampala is. The song thats constantly on my mind is “No air” by Jordan Sparks and Chris Brown. The city is mighty crowded and that is quite apart from the fact that it seems to be the only song that plays on Bosco’s radio. I keep wondering what station he listens to because clearly they need some help. It almost feels like ‘No air’ plays every after two songs. Bosco is our helper by the way. There are days I have wanted to just fly home and hide, just to get away from the city madness. There are people every where, then the vehicles, motorcycles (bodas) and dust seem to take the rest of the unoccupied space. Once I came home and rushed straight to my room, hoping that I could have some peace and quiet but just as I was about to sigh "aaaaah finally!!" the loudest mosquito I ever heard came buzzing around. Oh boy!! One can not even sit still because the mosquitoes will have a field day, probably getting drunk

Man man!! Had real issues this morning, got out of bed and found out that there was a power cut. For the most part it was ok, no need for torches or anything like that but the issue was I couldn’t warm water for a bath. Lighting the charcoal stove takes quite a bit of time and there were no other heat sources that don’t use electricity. Hmm the things we took for granted in Philly. Anyway regarding Mich , I could only go as far as brushing his teeth and washing his face, which was a fight on its own. I on the other hand had to get used to the idea, I thought about it long and hard, hoping that while I was thinking the electricity would come back on. Well, your guess is as good as mine, it didn’t. So, I opened the tap and filled up the basin, then checked just one more time to see if electricity was back, sadly there was no change.I slowly got into the tab and felt the water with my hands, it reminded me of the water temperatures in winter brrrrrrrr chilly. I braced myself, I knew I had

It’s good to be back. I’m drinking in every moment of my stay so far. It’s been quiet and I’m loving it that way, for now. Can’t get over how dusty this land is, my my!! I was just wondering how we manage. It’s nice to see people all dressed up, ladies in white shoes, white dresses, white this and the other. Mich on the other hand has to have a change of clothes every few hours and that is not mentioning his snickers which used to be white – people this is only day 5, hardly a week. That said, Uganda is a beautiful country, dust and all – by the way is this what they call reverse culture shock? I love the weather, it’s just right, everything – sun, wind, rain in the right moderation's, or maybe I have been spoiled by the harsh weather in Philly/Dallas. So, what’s new? Quite honestly there doesn’t seem to be that much, everything is same old, same old, same old and dusty. Yeah there are a few new buildings here and there and some still under construction, but then agai

I'm still trying to find my way around internet in Kampala. Time flies before you know it the lady says your minutes are up, stressssss!!! I will update you shortly.

Big day for Uncle Sam, 'his' birthday you know. Bigger day for "Phillians" - this is the birth place. You can imagine the excitement that was buzzing in the air, fire works starting on the 3rd, cook outs, barbecues, the works. In the Ongwen house hold things were a little different. We were making sure all the boxes, bags, suitcases and such were packed and ready to go into storage. Sam did a great job of packing, organising and putting things away. As usual Mich was running all over the place, trying to help but sometimes, actually most times, getting in the way. Every time I bent down to pick something or pack a bag he was thinking "wow that is a perfect opportunity for a piggy back ride". I decided to take him to the play ground letting Dad have the space to wrap up in peace. Later in the evening we thought we would go watch the fire works and also attend the live John Legend concert. We were there only briefly when it started to drizzle, and drizzle it d

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