moving uphill
In the weeks before I went to Uganda, I was really feeling like my life was an uphill struggle. I had lots of deadlines, lots to do and lots on my mind. And yes, I know that no deadlines = no work = not enough money = not much else. Maybe I was just tired. The trip to Uganda really opened my eyes to so many things: I was reminded how much I love teaching. I was reminded how fortunate I am. I was reminded how much joy there is in Africa, in spite of all the issues. This guy certainly looked like life was a bit of an uphill struggle, but he saw me photographing him as we passed him on the bus, and he flashed the biggest grin! I was interested to see the different forms of transport, from home made wooden wheelbarrows to bikes to the Buda Buda (scooters with lots of passengers) to minibus taxis to cars. And somehow in the disorder of a city with no urban planning and mostly sand roads, everything seems to work. But there is a caveat. Michael Totten's latest post was a timely reminder ...