A Piece of Culture

A couple weeks ago a friend and I, and our kids, were invited to visit a Ugandan lady's home and little chicken farm.  Her 6 children eagerly greeted us and were so lovely.  They live in a simple concrete home and have a small building beside them where they raise chickens.  Some are meat birds and others are laying hens, both provide a means of extra income for school fees and supplies.  Our kids loved holding the hens, seeing what they feed them and hearing that when the hens are let outside the kids have to sit out around the edges of the grass area and watch that they don't run away.
(I wasn't able to get a picture with the hens because it was too dim in the barn.)

Then her children asked if we wanted to go and get water with them.  Our kids were very enthusiastic about this, so we walked down to the local spring, with jugs in hand, ready to fill.

 The spring has been capped so everyone places their jugs under the pipe for easy fill ups.

It was a busy spot and I think we drew a bit of attention, being a group of white people fetching water. 

Although the walk was not very far or hard, our kids gained an appreciation for the task that these kids do on a daily basis and how we take for granted that we have running water in the house.

The whole morning gave us a little glimpse into the lives of the people around us and how even though their daily chores may be different, and they live in different houses, they are also very similar. 

 I pray that God will continue to give us experiences like this, to interact with the people around us and for our kids to continue to desire to try new things and get to know the people as well.