I still remember the first week I was here in Uganda. Hosted by a wonderful family. Felt at home pretty quickly. Sat on the same couch as I am sitting on now to eat my first home-cooked meal. 6 months in Uganda already. Halfway through my year as trainee PGA with ZOA. Time flies. It... Continue Reading →
I woke up from the birds. Like a usual morning. It’s a little past 7. Slept an hour longer than usual. I am struggling to get out of bed. Turn around a couple times more in my squeaky sounding small bed. Appreciative of the little house I get to live in. Looking forward to a... Continue Reading →
Protests in downtown Kampala yesterday. Tear gas. Police. Demonstrations. Political unrest is not uncommon in this part of the world. Yet I don't really notice. It could just as well be on the other side of the world. This city is big and I don't really know about these political tensions. I don't have a... Continue Reading →
Sound advice. It sounds so simple. So logical. These come quite naturally to me, I think. I remember last year, when I was working at Camp Rising Sun in the States. One of the girls I worked with, I also went to camp with when I was 15. She is a brilliant writer, a beautiful... Continue Reading →
So I am doing this reading challenge with my sister. 50 books in one year. 52 actually, since one of the categories is 'a trilogy'. Either way, I'm doing not really well. I've read like 15 books or so and we're already in June. I really got to start catching up with her. Anyways, Sundays... Continue Reading →
It's been hardly possible to keep up with writing. I write in my notebook, but can't find the time, nor energy to publish my posts. And that's okay, simply because I am exhausted. Party on Kingsday. A long, long journey east. Climbing a 3000+ meter mountain. Full days of capacity building. Sore legs. Intense bonding. ... Continue Reading →
Easter weekend is almost over. These past 4 days went by so fast. Beforehand I was really looking forward to having a couple days of rest. Days to let everything of the first weeks of Uganda life sink in. Yesterday I wrote an emotional blog post (in Dutch, sorry!) about that journey from my head... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote a little bit about my little romance with the city I live in at the moment. Especially if it gives me a beautiful scenery in snow. But today I got to think about that end part of the movie. When we flash forward to five years later and you see what could have been instead of what is. I don't want to give too much away for those that haven't seen it yet. But one message remains. Life isn't always a Hollywood movie with a happy ending in the fairy tale type way.
I would like to share a story with you. A story that I started reading about a week ago. I've been reading bits and pieces every night in the last week. It's a story that I have known ever since I was a child. A story that triggered my childhood fantasy. A story that inspired me as a young leader. A story that fascinated me from the perspective of being a sister. A story that continues to give me input in making life decisions. So here it is, my own take on a very old story.