Saturday morning I was on the back of a boda-boda (motorcycle taxi), making my way through the city centre to the market. When we stop at an intersection, I notice the boda on my left is carrying a basket full of live chickens, the boda on my right has 6 people on it, 3 adults and 3 kids. The lady is bravely nursing her baby as they weave through traffic. I can speak enough Luganda to navigate the market confidently, and everyone calls me Jennifer (although I have no idea why :) and I answer, without even thinking, when someone calls out "Hey, Muzungu, how are YOU!?" I'm so comfortable here, and I don't even know when it happened.
This time tomorrow, I'll be landing in Halifax, almost "home" again in Canada for a visit with the family. I can't help but be a little torn, I feel like Uganda is home now,
too... to leave "home" to go "home" is such a strange feeling. And that's where it leaves me, that weird spot in the middle. A little of my heart here, and a little of my heart there - and they have to meet somewhere in between.
“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26
See you soon Uganda,
See you sooner Canada!
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