Return to Unga

A lot has happened in the last month since my travels to the USA. It was refreshing to go back to Unga today.

I was jet-lagged, exhausted, and for a variety of reasons a little stressed, but it amazed me how just walking onto the church compound and being greeted by my old friends just restored my soul.

I tried to contact Mama Diwani and Mama D, both were not around, but the lovely ladies of the compassion project were there, and of course I had to explain my long absence. I realized I don't know the words for riot, war, etc as I was trying to explain my re-route and being in the USA longer than expected.