Henry. Henry is my boss, the director of Mercy Uganda here in Uganda (Laura Knetzer is the director in the U.S.), but he’s also like a brother to me. I’ve met a few people who work as hard as he does, but I’ve never met anyone who works harder. He is constantly moving on his motorcycle, not just around town, but even as far as Kenya. He’s very creative; he sings, writes music and poetry. He and his beautiful wife Alice have four kids.
Gabriel. Gabriel is my other Ugandan brother. He has looked out for me since the day I moved here. While I am the field manager of Central Uganda, Lobu is the field manager of Karamoja. Gabriel was traveling back and forth from Karamoja ministering to the people of that region before Mercy Uganda even existed. He is Karamjong himself, but he was brought south as an orphan when he was three years old. He has never forgotten his people, and he loves to spread awareness of the true goodness of the Karamajong and the hardships they face. Lobu is known for being quiet--to the point that he makes some people nervous--but I have the privilege of being someone he’ll talk to.
Leslie. Leslie is probably the only American that I spend time with on a regular basis. She has commitments back in the States, so she is back and forth from Michigan throughout the year, volunteering as our business manager. Right now she’s here staying with me at my apartment. She’s a great roommate. We like each other’s company, but we’re both introverts so, neither of us gets offended if the other one occasionally retreats off to her room to be alone. We fit well together.
Andrew. Alright. I’ll try not to gush…Andy and I got engaged while I was visiting him this November. He’s not in Uganda right now; he lives in England, volunteering at a Christian drug rehabilitation center called Gilead Foundation. He’s such a huge part of my life that he’ll appear in a lot of these stories. For example, when I contemplate going to a village that is 3 hours away on the back of Henry’s motorcycle, Andrew has STRONG feelings about that plan. (He does have a point. The highways here are a lot more dangerous than the ones in the States.) When Andrew comes home in March he’ll take on a more active role in my tales. For now, I’ll just be telling you what Andy says. We talk everyday, then add to it texts, chats, e-mail and snail mail.
Leslie. Leslie is probably the only American that I spend time with on a regular basis. She has commitments back in the States, so she is back and forth from Michigan throughout the year, volunteering as our business manager. Right now she’s here staying with me at my apartment. She’s a great roommate. We like each other’s company, but we’re both introverts so, neither of us gets offended if the other one occasionally retreats off to her room to be alone. We fit well together.
Andrew. Alright. I’ll try not to gush…Andy and I got engaged while I was visiting him this November. He’s not in Uganda right now; he lives in England, volunteering at a Christian drug rehabilitation center called Gilead Foundation. He’s such a huge part of my life that he’ll appear in a lot of these stories. For example, when I contemplate going to a village that is 3 hours away on the back of Henry’s motorcycle, Andrew has STRONG feelings about that plan. (He does have a point. The highways here are a lot more dangerous than the ones in the States.) When Andrew comes home in March he’ll take on a more active role in my tales. For now, I’ll just be telling you what Andy says. We talk everyday, then add to it texts, chats, e-mail and snail mail.
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