As the sun crowned behind the horizon, the village stirred to cock crows and cattle moos. A new day dawned in Serere. I was eight years old on school holiday, 275 km from bustling Kampala. Each day was filled with adventure; gardening, milking cows, tethering goats, and picking eggs from the chicken coop. Dad stocked the house with a library of world books - knowledge waited to be plucked off the shelves. We balanced life skills with leisure reading and exploration – what privilege!
May 12, 2020
What about the Teso children?
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Africa,
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My village,
Uganda
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
Apr 19, 2020
A walk in the woods
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| Neighborhood pond - Photo credit Mrs. O |
I took a walk this morning.
There was a nip in the air - nothing a light jacket could not handle.
I turned one corner and rounded another, everywhere beauty called; In the flowers budding, the cardinals and robins singing, twirling around branches and twigs.
I came to a pond.
The sun gently gazed upon its surface, calm and peaceful.
The sun turned to the trees and they glistened, their leaves shone like honey droplets, sweet and golden.
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What is it about the trees and the sun that makes artists turn to verse? 🤔
I turned one corner and rounded another, everywhere beauty called; In the flowers budding, the cardinals and robins singing, twirling around branches and twigs.
I came to a pond.
The sun gently gazed upon its surface, calm and peaceful.
The sun turned to the trees and they glistened, their leaves shone like honey droplets, sweet and golden.
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What is it about the trees and the sun that makes artists turn to verse? 🤔
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artists,
COVID-19Era,
In America,
Thoughts Poems Essays
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
Apr 15, 2020
Faithful men
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| Create your light - home project. Photo credit: Mrs. O |
“I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.” Psalm 37:25
Bishop Henry Luke Orombi’s bible devotions have made rounds on WhatsApp. With simplicity he delves into scripture and expounds the Word of God.
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Easter,
Kampala,
People Series,
Uganda
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
Apr 7, 2020
Psalm 131
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| Budding flowers in the neighborhood - Photo Credit Mrs. O |
My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quietened myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
Israel, put your hope in the Lord
both now and for evermore.
Psalm 131
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COVID-19Era,
In America,
Moments,
Prayer,
Stayhome
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
Sep 26, 2019
What are these freedoms?
Bible study at Kampala Pentecostal church was coveted. I sat
on the last pew in the lower right section of the balcony near the door - my
favorite spot. I could easily slip out and run home when it got late. He liked
to sit around the same area and from time to time we would talk or smile at each
other. We came in school uniform. I didn’t know we stood out until my sister approached
me with concern. A friend of hers had noted us and proceeded to tell my sister
that I was playing with a boy in church. I learned that people are always
watching. I also learned that adulting comes with challenges and responsibilities,
one begins to view situations through one’s own lens.
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In America,
Kampala,
Relationships
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
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