Once it was break time, all hell broke loose as the muzungu were free to be dragged about, petted (one particular muzungu had her long brunette hair repeatedly pulled up, down, tucked behind her ears and generally fiddled with), and mobbed for sweets. It was one of the funniest but greatest experiences of my life. I started quite a little following, since my name must sound vaguely Ugandan as they found it quite simple to pronounce, and I soon had a little gang forming. I did have to clear up a few scraps about how many could hold my hand at once without it being yanked off.
Zara's gang in full:
We took donated clothes from local primary schools back in England to give out, as well as pencils, exercise books (since many kids have to share, meaning only some can do work at once), crayons, balloons and footballs, as well as plenty of sweets and biscuits bought in Kampala centre. A few days into our visits, we had a more organised distribution of our donations!
Yes, these are school sweaters, and the temperature is pretty warm in Uganda. Yet for Ugandans, this is their cooler weather and so think nothing of wearing them at midday when muzungu are seeking fans and shade!
Katherine and I on the right with our class.
Myself on the left with the teachers of the youngest classes and Katherine. The 'war-paint' is brick dust from earlier assisting in the building work our school has sponsored for a new hall area. The soil colour is quite something and makes shoes an interesting colour. They could earn a pretty penny in the fake tan business.
Lots more on the way...
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