February this year my husband and I with a team from our church, went to Uganda to build a clinic for the village people of Kyampisi. What I enjoyed so much was the children. They would come up to us and hold our hands and want to hug us and talk to us. Their beautiful smiles just melted our hearts. They sang for us in the choir on the sunday, and all looked so lovely in their matching yellow outfits. We were building near the school that the mission runs, and in the lunch hour, we found out just how inquisitive and mischievous they really were. Just like kids all over the world. They didn’t have any expensive swing sets or such to play on, but made their own fun with old tyres and a stick to make them roll around the yard, or hoops for the girls, or just kicking a football around the yard. The older kids often had a younger sibling on their back caring for it. At lunch time they would all line up to get their mug of porridge. One little fellow walked a long way, with his bike loaded up with water containers – the bike wasn’t able to be ridden – just to get water for his mum for that night. This took him about an hour. We walked down to one of the springs, down a steep hill and up again, and all the little ones were carrying a container or two each to bring water up to the homes. It was no trouble for them, but exhausted us just walking without having to carry all that water !!! What struck us most was they seemed to be happy and contented with what they had, and what they had to do. No TV’s or flash toys for them. No designer clothes, just rags for a lot of them. It was a real privilege for us meeting them and doing our bit to help them where we could.
Posted by youngestelle, 23rd July 2013