There are so many children who have passed in and out of my life here in Uganda. Everyone of them so special in different ways. I am blessed to be a servant to our Lord and to have been chosen to serve the little children of Uganda.
When I first came here, life was very difficult, and still is at times. I struggle with even going for a walk as the only white lady (muzungu) in the village. Everyone wants to stare, especially the little children. I am no longer known, however, as muzungu but Mummie Katherine. However, the stares have not reduced! I love the little children and when they come running up to me it is such a blessing to me. I only pray that the Lord will use me to be such a blessing to them.
I remember a little girl named Esther Naula. She came from the same home that David lived in when I got him. She was a very quiet and shy little girl and very sweet. She fell sick so often and I kept wondering why, even Christine, our child sponsorship administrator was wondering what was going on that she falls sick almost every other week. We finally took her for extensive medical tests and checkup. It was discovered that this little girl had syphilis and was suffering quite a bit. She received treatment from the same doctor and got a lot better for a while. Then one day she walked into our office crying that she felt really sick. Checking her temperature we discovered that it was very high. We took her to a doctor in town and she received treatment but was suppose to get an injection twice a day. The clinic nearby was willing to take care of the responsibility of giving her the injections.
That very week when she was walking to the clinic, Esther collasped on the roadside. She was too weak. She did not come that morning or evening before for her injection, but had told her Grandmother that she had. She was very ill. We took her to the clinic very quickly, as her cousin, Bumba Dison, had found her. She died that evening. We were all heartbroken to bury this little seven year old girl.
When I first came here, life was very difficult, and still is at times. I struggle with even going for a walk as the only white lady (muzungu) in the village. Everyone wants to stare, especially the little children. I am no longer known, however, as muzungu but Mummie Katherine. However, the stares have not reduced! I love the little children and when they come running up to me it is such a blessing to me. I only pray that the Lord will use me to be such a blessing to them.
I remember a little girl named Esther Naula. She came from the same home that David lived in when I got him. She was a very quiet and shy little girl and very sweet. She fell sick so often and I kept wondering why, even Christine, our child sponsorship administrator was wondering what was going on that she falls sick almost every other week. We finally took her for extensive medical tests and checkup. It was discovered that this little girl had syphilis and was suffering quite a bit. She received treatment from the same doctor and got a lot better for a while. Then one day she walked into our office crying that she felt really sick. Checking her temperature we discovered that it was very high. We took her to a doctor in town and she received treatment but was suppose to get an injection twice a day. The clinic nearby was willing to take care of the responsibility of giving her the injections.
That very week when she was walking to the clinic, Esther collasped on the roadside. She was too weak. She did not come that morning or evening before for her injection, but had told her Grandmother that she had. She was very ill. We took her to the clinic very quickly, as her cousin, Bumba Dison, had found her. She died that evening. We were all heartbroken to bury this little seven year old girl.
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