Patongo,
morning walks lit by the rising sun over the mountains
women gather by the water points with a line of yellow jerry cans
smiles, waves, greetings,
men on bicycles, dusty trails follow them
children wandering about, torn clothes, smiles, yelling 'mono, mono!' *white person!*
life here is simple, we are only visitors here, to the people living here, this has been their 'home' for 20 years now
some have moved half-way home , to satellite camps, in hopes of a peace deal being signed,
but 30,000 remain here, in Patongo, waiting for an actual deal to hopefully signify a situation that would allow them and their families to return to what was home.
some of their faces reveal hope, others trauma,
2 young kids at a local IDP camp, giggling as they ran around the corner of the building and back several times; seeing their smiles is encouraging !
children who are orphans, and raising their brothers and sisters have perhaps the hardest day to day survival
school is important, tattered uniforms, all barefoot, in the mornings as I ask where they are going, they are proud to say 'I'm fine and today I'm going to school'.
I feel this is the place I'm supposed to be; happy and content ! Alot of work in front of me, learning from the team that's been here will be most exciting. Yesterday, visiting another camp with my hygiene team, made up of 5 Ugandans; I saw their talents shine with these communities; interactions, mobilisation, planning, questions, faciliatation, supplies. As there are 4 of us ex/pats here living with our team of 18 or so Ugandans in 1 compound; it's very lively in the evenings.
I slept under the stars last night, with a mosquito net over me, it was lovely, peaceful and a good space to reflect.
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