Guest Blog by Emily Berariu

Children’s laughter as we walk down the street

Calls of “Agandi!” and “Kale!” follow us along the way

Mothers sit in groups gathering peas from their pods

As others walk home from a day of digging, their babies swaddled on their backs

A hoe over their shoulders, bundles of grass balanced on their heads

Going home to their families where the work does not end

Both women and children at the school on the hill

Learn their letters and numbers and of a world far removed

Of the solar system and oceans, of people and towns

Outside of Bugira, Uganda, and Africa Across the world, above the clouds

And here they remain, at least for a time

Digging and farming to provide one small meal

The hope of a brighter future becoming more real