I am currently volunteering at an orphan home called Kasozi Village, just outside the town of Kamuli, in Uganda. Just up the road from Kasozi Village is a small, roadside business center called Busota.
These are not modern buildings with fancy signs and slogans to draw you in. Rather, they are small concrete, mud-brick, or wooden shacks where some of the poorest people in the area come together to sell their wares, produce and other goods to those who happen to pass by. Today, I happened to pass by.
As I passed by, looking for a place to purchase a soda, I was greeted by gleeful children calling out “mzungu, mzungu, how are you?” (Mzungu is a general term used to identify a person with white skin…it is not a derogatory term, just a way to know the children were addressing me.) I waved and said “good afternoon,” to the…
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