“Something funny happened as we waited for our departure plane in Phoenix,” Steve says. It was 10pm on a Tuesday night. We were waiting to board our plane in the crowded waiting area. Other than the normal amount of TSA security-induced tension in the room, it was a fairly subdued crowd.
The village dashed madly for their huts. They had caught one glimpse of the initial brownish-grey clean-out water spilling from the head of the newly drilled well. Moments later, they returned with the various makeshift containers, ready to collect the contaminated water.
Mugabi Abdallah was a twenty-two-year-old Muslim accused by his girlfriend of something he believes he did not do.Heartbroken and hopeless, he was serving his sentence in Kauga Prison in Uganda.
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Francis could not hold his gratitude at bay. With tears of gratitude, maybe even relief, he fell to his knees and flung his arms around the legs of ITMI’s Steve Evers, sobbing. “Thank you. Thank you…” he kept repeating. What Steve was empowered by ITMI supporters to do was simple. For Francis, it was life-changing.
On Piotr Zaremba’s recent trip to visit the Polish residents of Chicago and New York City, he noticed something interesting. More than once, he heard people muse out loud, “…it really says that…that’s what that meant?” Many more flashed facial expressions that seemed to be communicating a similar sentiment.
“When Jahim returned to his lodging within the camp, he was shocked at what he found! “I was so shocked when I saw…”
On the shores of the world’s largest tropical lake, you might expect to find expensive vacation homes and resorts, booming real estate sales as buyers vie for lakefront property, and beaches thriving with tourists. But that isn’t at all what you would find on visiting one of the many remote peninsulas jutting from the North shores of Lake Victoria in Uganda.
It was a tranquil Sunday morning. The town of Kampala, Uganda had not yet awakened. The tropical birds and insects, filled the air with clatter and squeaking as they searched for their breakfast. I enjoyed the calming effects of distant, traditional whole-choir numbers from an open-air Catholic parish even as they competed with faint chants from a nearer Muslim mosque. The tranquility of the morning would be long-gone later that afternoon.
We just wanted to go to Katooga slum to get a few photos telling the story of what life is like in much of Uganda, give out a few “sweets” and not cause a scene. But Francis had other plans.