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Day 1 in Uganda (an entry from my journal)

I landed in Entebbe this afternoon after our flight was delayed 2 hours. The step off of the plane and onto the red African dirt will forever be engraved in my mind. That step initiated the furthest I’ve ever been physically and spiritually.
One of the first things I saw as soon as I got off of the plane was a man on a bike with about 300 bananas tied to it. The culture shock started to set in. People are lined up outside begging to carry my luggage to the bus. They’re so eager to help and talk to the mzungus. We got on our 1994 20 seater bus and headed down the long dirt road towards Konkolee village. It’s roughly 100 degrees here, and the sun is absolutely piercing. Traffic in Uganda is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. There’s no traffic laws, signs, or lights. Cars just pretty much squeeze between anywhere they can and the “pikis” (motorcycles) daringly squeeze between that. Everything looks like a giant Mexican flea market. There are nothing but little shacks everywhere with small businesses inside where they sell things such as drinks, water bins, and airtime cards. They’re bright vibrant colors with random posters all over. Little children are playing outside these makeshift shacks while the men are typically sitting on their pikis communicating with other men, and the women are peeling corn or skinning potatoes. The looks we get as we’re driving down the road is priceless. They rarely see mzungus. The women give dirty looks, the men make inappropriate remarks, and the children are jumping up and down singing the mzungu song. The children are obviously my favorites. Uganda has no trash system, so there is literally trash EVERYWHERE. All over the ground, in the creeks (of which they drink from) and in the bushes. Once they get ready to clean up, they pile it up and burn it all. However, this is still the most beautiful place I’ve seen yet. Banana trees everywhere, hills, mountains, green grass. It’s seriously breath taking. My forehead was to the window the whole ride. I was so amused by the culture of these people that I was trying to take in everything I possibly could as well as study my surroundings. The thing I love most is the children. These children are literally wearing rags. Most have no shoes so their poor little feet are all torn up and consumed by jiggers. (little insects that eat a little hole and burrow themselves into the bottom of your feet leaving egg sacs)
However. They’re still smiling from ear to ear. Their bright smiles and eyes stand out from their dark skin. It melts my heart that when I give them something, like a shirt or candy, that they bow down in appreciation. My heart is overjoyed to know that tomorrow I will be spending the day playing with our sponsored kids in Konkolee.
We finally arrived at our hotel 4 hours later. The hotel is surrounded by a gate for our protection, and an armed guard keeps watch at night. The hotel girls had prepared dinner for us. There was chicken, beef, rice, bread, and pineapple. I just stuck with rice and pineapple to play it safe. We got the keys to our rooms and went to go settle in. Mine and Leanna’s room is roughly 10 feet X 10 feet with two little twin sized beds. The bathroom door didn’t shut and there wasn’t a shower, just a shower head and the water fell into a little bucket. They told us it wasn’t best to shower while we are there cause the water isn’t safe. 10 days without showering should be interesting.
As I laid in my twin bed trying to unpack everything I had just seen on that bus ride, Leanna asked me a question. She said, “what do you want from this trip, Meg?” I said, “I want to be wrecked. I want to reach a new level of emotion.”
And it’s absolutely true. I want the lord to just completely break my heart over these people. I want to know and understand the lords heart for seeing the way these people are forced to live.
Lord… Break me. And when I’m broken, break me more. I don’t want dry eyes at all while I’m here. I’m asking you to shatter my heart. Thank you lord.

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