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This
little Muslim girl was walking with her mother in front of me and Gerald as we
walked to his families’ house. I think I was talking about our families–I
don’t even know but this Boda guy grabs the little girl and is screaming at her
saying ‘Gwe,’ which means warning in Lugandan the native language used here in
Uganda. I guess she got in the way but whatever…she is a child and there was
no right for him to touch her …it happened so fast. It wasn’t until later
that night that I brought it up again to Gerald. I just couldn’t believe it and
I was so furious..Gerald guessed that the mother and the child were not from Uganda….so she may
have not understood the Boda driver but she could have still defended her
daughter. To Be Continued…….

Wow the last time I wrote in this book was about a month ago. What day I had today. I went to the US Embassy today with Gerald and woke up early. Early like when you’re in middle school or high school or have a real job in the morning 6:30 am in the morning! ewwh I don’t like getting up that early anyways let me go on with the story….So we go to the Embassy because Gerald is planning to come to the
US in the summer. First when we go into my embassy the security guard tells me that the visitors badge that I was handed needed to be clipped on me– I guess he was wondering why I was examining the object. I clipped it but then it wasn’t in the right place–as long as I don’t clip it to my ass…I don’t see what the problem is….I’m really not fond of wearing badges unless I’m somewhere and I want you to know I’m a VIP (lol joking people joking). I advised the guy to finish checking me in and I clipped the badge where everyone could see it…that I was a visitor —-get a life. When am I going to see an American is what I thought. All I saw were Ugandans working in the
US embassy….I’m a little confused…….To Be Continued