The response from last weeks blog has been very interesting. If you haven't already seen, someone kicked it off with a rather strong anonymous comment on my blog. I would personally like to thank this person because not only did it confirm to me that I am definitely in the place where I am meant to be, it brought more love and encouragement from so many people, it was an overwhelming response. I can't thank you all enough with the amount of support we are getting, from people reading our blogs, to people sending us personal messages it all means a lot.
What we are doing is not going to solve world poverty or make masses of difference in Uganda, however if we can do our best to try and make a small difference in one persons life then surely this makes it all worth it. A close family friend always reminds me of this quote….
"If you give a man a fish, he eats for the day…If you teach a man to fish, he learns to feed himself for life"
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| A Baby Goat… a Kid |
At the start of the week, we were at Home of Hope and came across some really cute Baby Goats (Kids) As Sarah and I were quite happy appreciating them from a distance, we didn't attempt to pick them up, Ugandans have no fear which is when they grabbed the Goats by their back legs and handed me one of them. To be fair it was very cute and I enjoyed stroking it.
That night we were invited to Robert and Rachel's house, the couple who set up the high school, for tea. Ugandan's believe that you give your guests (especially foreigners) enormous portions. This would be ok if it was Sweet and Sour Chicken from "Lucky Star"
They say they want to make you fat so when you go back to your own country people will notice you have put weight on and you will tell them you have been to Uganda. People will then think you get fed really well here. Being called Fat is a compliment…. Ive been complimenting Rachael and Sarah ever since.
When they brought the food out Rachael asked what were we having, their reply…. GOAT !!
Never again will I think a Goat is cute.
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| Peter and I |
Peter's Story
This is Peter, he is one of the Children from Home of Hope. He is HIV positive, has Cerebral Palsy and is paralysed down his right side. This really doesn't get in the way of his adorable character.
With limited resources and very little money Home of Hope have been able to give him therapy which has resulted in him being able to walk by himself. As soon as we arrived, Peter with his unique way of running and infectious smile comes towards us and welcomes us with open arms.
Sadly he is an orphan, his Mother died of aids while delivering Peter and his Father disowned him because he had a disability. His Grandmother couldn't look after him for any longer so now he lives at Home of Hope.
The Ugandan culture traditionally doesn't really accept people like Peter and when I say "don't accept" I mean dumping them and disowning them. However with the amazing work the staff do here they are trying their best to enable families to care for their children. Without the work they do, many children like Peter would not be walking or even be alive.
There is one Girl at the home who can't use her legs, they rescued her from a room covered in her own faeces. Her apparent family would make money by sending men in to rape her. She is now really happy and well looked after.
On Sunday we took Juliet and Sam (the people who look after the guest house) out for the afternoon. This was great because it gave them a rest from looking after their children. We went swimming and as we arrived Juliet decided to announce she had never been swimming before. Its ok…..I'm lifeguard trained.
Later that day Rachael and I were swimming and a load of children started jumping on us and wanting to play. Of course we enjoyed every minute of it, throwing them in the water and swimming with them on our backs. We then found out that they were from an Orphanage down the road which the staff invited us to come along and see. So on Wednesday we went to 'Sonrise'. It is a Christian run Baby home, Children's home and Street Girls home. While waiting for them to come home, we were shown round. We were sat on the swings and the school bus pulled in. I will never forget their faces. There was a pause, stare and mouth drop from all of them as it sank in we were there to play with them. After the pause, that seemed to be in slow motion, they all erupted with so much excitement you could see the bus shaking. The bus doors opened and they came running over. I will never forget this moment.
On Sunday we took Juliet and Sam (the people who look after the guest house) out for the afternoon. This was great because it gave them a rest from looking after their children. We went swimming and as we arrived Juliet decided to announce she had never been swimming before. Its ok…..I'm lifeguard trained.
Later that day Rachael and I were swimming and a load of children started jumping on us and wanting to play. Of course we enjoyed every minute of it, throwing them in the water and swimming with them on our backs. We then found out that they were from an Orphanage down the road which the staff invited us to come along and see. So on Wednesday we went to 'Sonrise'. It is a Christian run Baby home, Children's home and Street Girls home. While waiting for them to come home, we were shown round. We were sat on the swings and the school bus pulled in. I will never forget their faces. There was a pause, stare and mouth drop from all of them as it sank in we were there to play with them. After the pause, that seemed to be in slow motion, they all erupted with so much excitement you could see the bus shaking. The bus doors opened and they came running over. I will never forget this moment.
To the left is Junior. He wouldn't let go of me at the swimming pool so we had a lot of time to bond. He was abandoned just because his parents didn't want him. They found him all alone, malnourished and with 100s of Jiggers in his feet.
With there being so many Children with shaved heads I couldn't really recognise which one was Junior when visiting the Orphanage. So I asked the staff which one is Junior. After some searching they couldn't find him and realised they had left him at school. Can I claim I rescued him?
The staff asked if I would help bathe them. I agreed to this not really knowing what was coming. I was given a bar of soap, a bucket and sent to this room with what we would refer to as an outdoor tap in it. I stood there thinking how on earth.. What the heck do I do.. Then 10 boys came running in took all there clothes off and said, "Bathe me" I panicked…. and decided to encourage a water fight, which flooded the corridor. We had fun.
When Junior returned home the staff brought him over to me. He said 'Uncle William' I gave him a big hug and he went all shy. It reminded me of when my brother Matt used to bring his mates home, I would be all excited but when they spoke to me I would go all star struck.
I was so impressed with this organisation and all the work they do. Im really excited that God has opened this door for us and look forward to working there more next week.
On Tuesday I went to the Village of Hope to eat with them and join their evening devotions. Two houses of 8 Children and a Mother come together. Again I was given a huge portion of food. While the Mother wasn't looking I would sneak a spoonful of food onto one of the kids plate. After some singing we went into prayers and one particular prayer from a young boy struck me.
"Many people wouldn't have seen the end of today, thank you that we were able to"
Here life is a real gift which they are so grateful for. It is a shame in England we have lost this.
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| Jarred and I |
The police referred to him as a Street Kid. They found him in a cage where he lived. They believe that he is about 8/9 and that he has been on the streets for over 5 years. He has had to fend for himself all those years. I can't imagine what he has gone through.
My heart dropped when I heard about this so I decided to spend the whole day with him. We couldn't communicate verbally much but we certainly had a laugh together.
He doesn't seem to have a disability but the police didn't know what to do with him. The whole time he would hold on to the teddy that's in the picture which seemed to be his only familiar thing. When we were playing he fell over and scraped his arm badly. It was very interesting watching how he dealt with this. It was almost the way an adult would react. It was bleeding so I went to get some cleaning stuff and a plaster. As I was wiping his arm and putting the plaster on him he just watched me as if this was alien to him. It was like he had never been cared for.
Please pray for Jarred (this is the name the Police gave him) as he settles in, pray he feels loved and wanted. All this boy needs is love and affection and you can't do that by sending a cheque.
These are only a few of many things that have happened in the last week. Please continue to remember us in your prayers.
"Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed, share their burdens, and so complete Christ's law." Galatians 6: 2 (MSG)




thank you Will for taking the time to pull these thoughts together, really really wonderful. i am touched.
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ReplyDeleteWill what a fantastic read your blog is. While most "gap years" or time out from studies involve partying across the world it's touching to see that you and your friends are making a real difference. Keep it up mate lovely to see and read your stories, Ric
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