I personally spent exactly 10 years in catholic schools and I have vivid memories of a number of these processions in mind. The last time I was a part of one of them was probably 9 years ago when I finished my secondary education. Recently, I bumped into a group of people from Namasale in Amolatar District (Catholic and Anglican churches combined) who carried the procession to a landing site from where I was awaiting to catch a ferry.
Photo: Layere Grace being led by her husband as they come home with pumpkins from their garden. 44 year old Layere Grace is one of the many landmine victims in Pader district, Northern Uganda. She was hit by a landmine in 2002 while in the garden with her 5 months old daughter Ayaa on her … Continue reading Moving-on
The art of living is not restricted to a particular line, but in allowing happiness to change its form, depending on the environment. So, everything that limits us, we have to put aside and let happiness be an inside job. I’ve learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life … Continue reading Rural Happiness