There is no power, so I taxi into Masaka after hanging my clothes to dry.
As I get back it starts to rain. Torrential downpour for the rest of the evening.
February 26
We visited a village called Kajjalubanda to participate in a medical camp. The goal of the camp is to make medical visits affordable and convenient for those who need it in rural areas.
A doctor comes from outside, and volunteers measure weight, check temperature, record medical history, the doctor consults and a nurse administers prescriptions.
This is about 5 times cheaper than visiting a clinic or a doctor, not including the trip to town, this is also one of the benefits of having a clinic at Hope Academy available to the public.
A child, too small to ride a bike normally, puts his leg through the middle to reach both pedals, avoiding the seat entirely. Other children run by, pushing sticks with wheels screwed into them, while others use sticks to push car tires. A child kicks a deflated soccer ball, while another kicks an empty pudding cup.
February 28
Health camp at Bugonzi C/U primary. We drove far off the main road to speak with Primary 4-7.
Bugonzi B, we attend a village meeting regarding concerns over a planned water accumulation project. The goal is to build a water collection container in Bugonzi A to distribute water to the locals. The major concern was where the container would be located. The nearest water sources aside from this are a local dam, and a well, both located a distance away. In most cases in the survey I read most water is collected by younger, able bodied people, but in some cases children as young as five, or the elderly go fair distances to carry jerry cans of water.
February 29th: Aka Leap Day
We dug up the garden where we were building a kitchen.
I spoke with the Senior 1s and 3s about starting a year book.
On my way home from Kyetume a group of children had left school across the street from me, running across the street to catch up to me. They did not say anything to me at first, and because my stride is so long they had to run every once in awhile to catch up.
March 1
The morning's endeavor consisted of a trip far off the main road to build dry stands.
March 2
The driver of the boda taps the sticker of the Virgin Mary covering his mirror as he puts on his helmet. The road is steep and the dust cloud straight ahead gets bigger and envelops us. The incline turns from pavement to dirt and rock as the sunlight breaks through the bottom of the clouds. A gorgeous orange and pink illuminate the horizon as the driver stops in Chabacuza. A grey twilight quickly follows as I switch to a taxi.
I find out that the pig at home has been eating the baby ducks. There is now only 1 out of 8 baby ducks.
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