Africa is a magic place. It finds ways to get under your skin, the burnt smell in your nose, the blue sky, the clouds, the rain, the red land. Time moves differently, in a way that you can live two days in one. You can come home, but you can’t get away, you cannot forget.
Here I am, after two weeks in Uganda, going around local villages, talking to people, making my way to the jungle to see gorillas, spending countless hours on the road, looking outside, watching Africa passing by.
With the Hunger Project, we have met amazing women, women that can change the course of their lives, and those of the people around them. Women who do not stop just because someone says no or is not interested in what they have to say. They keep going, regardless of the rain falling, their husband beating them, their crops ruined, their children sick. They just keep going, not a hint of complaint or hesitation. They are proud of who they are and what they do, they believe that hunger and poverty can end, with such certainty that I have never seen before.
This is what I learnt in two weeks, what The Hunger Project does. It changes mindsets, it changes lives.
Back home, I find myself looking around, a little lost. The other day, I stood in the frozen food section at Woolworth, overwhelmed by the food, the space, with tears running down my face. Why? I don’t know. Perhaps because I have water, electricity, fresh food… everything is here, whether I actually need it or not.
So yes, I won the birth lottery, but does where I live determine who I am? Maybe not, maybe is what I do that really matters.