When I hear the word Uganda What do you think of when you hear the word Uganda? Do you see Uganda on a map? Do you work your brain to remember its location? Or do you not know what Uganda means at all? The answer is similar for most. Uganda is a country located in Central Africa, but for me, Uganda is much more than just a country. My answer goes much deeper. I have personally experienced the well known Pearl of Africa, and I have discovered, first hand, why it is referred to as a pearl. So what do I think of when I hear the word Uganda? The first thing that storms my mind is the smile of the children I came to love as if they were my own. Their smiles are so genuine that it seems far from real. It was once said the eyes are the window to the heart, but after seeing the weathered yet bright smiles of my children I do not believe this statement. In one smile I have seen true happiness and innocence. In one smile I have seen the depths of a child’s heart. I truly believe a smile is the window to the heart. A smile is worth a thousand words, and the smiles of my children only speak words of love, grace, and kindness. Their smiles are like the African sunrise. The sunrise brings a whole new world to the African setting. The sun brings light and rids of darkness. In Africa, when the sun is down, the wicked come out. Every dark and evil being, spirit, or animal enters the atmosphere and corrupts the once beautiful world of Africa. But the sun rises triumphantly in the morning, stomping out iniquities, and purifying every element its rays are able to reach. The sun clears the witchcraft and horrors. The sun frees the fears of little children. It is as if the sun creates a whole new, safer universe for its people to dwell. Just as the sun brings life, so do my children’s smiles. Along with the liveliness of my children’s smiles, I think of the joy that fills my heart as I feel little, mysterious tugs on my shirt, attempting to unveil a potential period of fun and love. When I feel the fabric near the shoulder of my shirt slowly inch down due to tiny little hands tugging for my attention I cannot help but give in to their yearn for attention. I receive just as much overwhelming happiness from holding one of the children as they do when I surrender to their hunger for my undivided attention. Their tugs are like strangers knocking on door, and the moment before you discover who is pulling on your shirt is like the moment before you discover who is on your front porch. You may be opening the door to a new face or it may be a familiar face. Either way you are opening the door to a face and a conversation, and most times a cheerful encounter. Cheerful encounters are not only experienced with a little child tugging on your shirt, but every single person you come across in the country. Everybody is open and happy. They share the same genuine smile as the children explained previously, and not only do they have an amazing, inviting smile, but their personalities are also inviting. I remember being constantly surrounded by people who truly care for others more than they care for themselves. It is their priority to make sure whoever passes through is happy and well taken care of. The day I arrived people were telling me, “Welcome home,” this statement could not have been truer. I was unaware of the fact that Uganda would become a home to me. It was not the physical and feelable setting that formed my Ugandan home, but rather the hearts and open arms of the Ugandan people. They took me as their own. I only spent two weeks with them and they made it home. In fact, they made it better than home. Uganda became, what I consider, my first home. I dreaded returning to America, my now second home, after I was involved and caressed in the heart warming characters of the Ugandans…
Faded (drank, drank), faded (drank, drank)
Now I done grew up
Round some people living their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask
Back stroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feels
Some people wanna kill their sorrows
Some people wanna fit in with the popular
That was my problem
I was in the dark room
Loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon
That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup
I see the crowd mood
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat…
bills for things they purchased outside of school. Parents can't always support their children, there comes a time when they need to be independent and support themselves. Paying athletes would make them less dependent on their parents and would keep them from having to take a student loan.
Colleges, especially big Division 1 universities, bring in millions during football season. But when the fans purchase their ticket and walk through the stadium entrance, who are they coming to see, are they coming…
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Gera, Paul. "The Prison as a Laboratory: Medical Testing on Death Row Inmates." Ccbb.pitt.edu. University of Pittsburgh, 1 July 2003. Web. 19 Dec. 2013.
Hornblum, Allen M. "They Were Cheap and Available: Prisoners as Research Subjects in Twentieth Century America." They Were Cheap and Available: Prisoners as Research Subjects in Twentieth Century America. The Kaiser Papers, 14 Sept. 2006. Web. 19 Dec. 2013.
Salem, Ore. "Giving Life After Death Row." Nytimes.com…
preservation in ways such as, growing our own crops, reducing our meat intake, no shopping, no driving, no electronics. The tone of the article was negative towards the beginning, but then quickly shifts to a more positive one when he expresses that there is a reason to "bother".
I agree with statement of author claimed, because it really arises the issue of Global Warming and the audience that involves all over the world. And the author gives us great reasons and statistics to understand why we should…
When I was younger, still in elementary school, I was captivated by science. I used to want to be an archeologist. I loved discovering new and exciting things. When I was little, instead of watching cartoons, I watched every documentary I could get my hands on. It didn't matter what the documentary was about — earthquakes, volcanoes, global warming, space — I wanted to discover it all. I was extremely passionate, especially about issues pertaining to the environment.
One day in fifth grade during…
I remember he would take forever in the bathroom. Some nights I placed myself at the dinner table, and there were four of my mother's favorite placemats set out, but only three people occupied the chairs behind them. The same went for the majority of my mornings. I would go the whole morning without seeing him. As I would stroll down the hallway towards the front door to go to school, I'd pass the bathroom. As he would cough, spit, and gag, my heart would sink into my chest. If anyone else had…
WHEN DO I FINGERSPELL?
Languages are always evolving. When two languages co-exist in any community, the language
of the majority culture may influence the language of the minority culture. One of the ways that
ASL is influenced by English is in the incorporation of certain fingerspelled words (lexical
FINGERSPELLING is used for FOUR SPECIFIC PURPOSES:
1. To refer to proper names – (names of people, titles, brand names, cities, states,
2. To transliterate English technical…
When I was enrolled in the B.A. (Hons) Finance, Accounting and Management programme at the University of Nottingham Ningbo, I did not know I would foster such a strong interest in finance. From financial statements to financial instruments, great delight was evidenced in my study. Reviewing the past three years, my understanding towards classic financial theories was raised from vivid case studies and seminar discussions. Thanks to the advanced British concept of education, I was trained to think…
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Paper I – The Interpretation Project: A Poem
When I Was One-And-Twenty by A.E. Housman
We have all been in a place in life where, we were given advice by someone older or wiser than us and decided to deliberately ignore the advice. Then later on down the line in life, we end up learning that lesson the hard way. ‘When I was One-And-Twenty’ by A.E. Housman is a poem we can all relate to, which is why I chose this poem. This is an interesting poem because…