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Gerrianne Pennings

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Day 325 – Jam and cappuccino

I am fully back into work. Today was a long day in the field. Two hours driving, talking, endless speeches a la Uganda style, more talking, looking at some goats, visit a school. A typical day in the field. Then... Continue Reading →

Day 322 – About feeling anxious and self care

Pff, I'm tired. I should be all energized from my leave and ready to get back into work. But maybe I am not. But just a couple texts from a friend already make such a difference. And while I am... Continue Reading →

Day 291 – Place in this world

​Leave your native country, your relatives, and your father's family, and go to the land that I will show you...I will bless you... and you will be a blessing to others.  Genesis 12:1-2 I got a text today from a... Continue Reading →

Day 289 & 290 – 10 kids 

"I have born 10 children," she says, "7 of them are alive." The oldest is only a month older than I am. "So I can be your Pokot mother." She tells about her latest. Died in the womb at 9... Continue Reading →

Day 201 + 202 – Rocks and rivers

Miles and miles of sandy, rocky roads. Bumpy and unlivable. Miles and miles of roads through green patches of fresh grass fueled by the first April rains. Alive and hopeful.  Contrast. Just a few miles. You don't have to drive... Continue Reading →

Day 184 – Only one thing is needed

Work life has now really started. The office has more people walking around again and my tasks are getting more concrete. I will go out into the field this week to, so if there are no more blogs until Saturday,... Continue Reading →

Day 179 – Listening

Take a moment and just keep silent. What do you hear? Take a moment and just look around. What do you see? I just moved to a new country. Everything is new. The people, the views, the surroundings and the... Continue Reading →

Day 175 – Surreal

It still feels surreal. It hasn't quite sunken in yet. I am leaving for East Africa soon. To a place where there is hunger. People are starving. To a place where there is war and never peace. People are on... Continue Reading →

Day 166 – About how I came to where I am

Yesterday I wrote about warm memories from watching an old episode of Little house on the Prairie. After another day of meetings to prepare for my job with ZOA Uganda. On the way home I was thinking about other memories of my childhood and how they relate to point I have reached today. I started up my laptop to write this blog about three hours ago, but in the mean time I watched the news filled with post-election analyses and talked with my family about all matters travel, family and politics.

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