No matter where, there’s always good things. Even in a refugee settlement.
Such as the Ugandan people, the host community of millions of refugees and for us, who are so kind and welcoming. They’re as pleasant as the rural countryside, and as hospitable as the weather, which was perfect.

A gift that opens doors.

As Western countries become more nationalistic, insular, and stop helping their neighbours who are truly in need, it’s good to remember this. The foreign aid our Western countries give is such a small small portion of our national budget that we don’t even notice it.

Hi, We hope you’re well. Suzanne and I are in western Uganda volunteering in Kayka 2, Africa’s fastest growing refugee settlement. Daily, the Congolese have been arriving from the border, fleeing conflict and Ebola, to be greeted here with peace but with the scare of cholera and little safe water and even scarier latrines.
Suzanne has been working in a small hospital, trying to help with as she said, “malaria, malaria, malaria.”

Hi, We’re on a flight. The Mediterranean Sea is down below. I wonder if that little dot I see is a raft full of refugees? Like it’s been said, “some cross it for pleasure, some for pain.” As we say goodbye to Lebanon and two months of trying to help refugees, and now start thinking of home, a song comes to mind.