Day 361 – Midway point

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 →

Day 357 – Maggie and maps

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 →

Day 356 – Colour my world

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 →

Day 198 – Season of brokenness

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 →

Day 134 – Sacrifices

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.

Day 109 – Called for a journey

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.

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