LilyJun 28, 20191 min readGuest Blog by Emily BerariuChildren’s laughter as we walk down the streetCalls 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 backsA 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 hillLearn 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 mealThe hope of a brighter future becoming more real
Children’s laughter as we walk down the streetCalls 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 backsA 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 hillLearn 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 mealThe hope of a brighter future becoming more real
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