People of Uganda, and our charity work

Our first week in Kampala was orientated primarly around visits to a small primary school on the outskirts of the city called Good Samaritan Primary School. Travelling down a dirt track through a tiny village takes you to two small buildings, without floors, paintwork, and many classrooms without doors. It's the bare minimum only. Kids rushed to greet us, and I have so many wonderful memories from there. I didn't think I'd enjoy my time there half as much as I did.

Starting with our welcome, the choir sang and danced for us with songs of joy and praise to God for our visit. You'll notice a few don't have shoes, and some cannot afford the very small amount for the uniform either.





My best friend and I became ingrained with the reception class, which the Ugandans call 'Baby Class'. At this stage, their English is very limited, but it didn't take them long to learn the words 'Sweetie please, muzungu.'







Putting on sunglasses is another popular benefit of having visiting muzungu.



The two photographs below were taken by friends. The first is my best friend, Katherine, and I with Baby Class, with the children 'pointing at the teachers'. The second is a little girl who quietly came up to me for a hug and stayed there for a good while. She was too shy to speak, but I did learn later that she was an orphan. Indeed, many of the children there are orphans, their parents part of the missing generation killed off by AIDS.

Sadly, when we returned to Kampala after our week in Kabale and on safari, three children in our class had died from complications related to HIV. I didn't notice this little girl there that day. I hope she was not one of those poor kids.





Many, many more....