Eric Schooling

The two schools who have had the privilege to teach this bright child is St. Moses Primary School and Victoria Nile Primary School. Eric attended St. Moses Primary School first before transferring to Victoria Nile Primary School. Both School’s web sites have been attached; take a moment to clear you mind and explore the world of Uganda’s schools.

St. Moses Primary School

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Victoria Nile Primary School

Eric's Daily Routine

Eric’s routine depends on if school is in section. If it is, then he gets up at 6am to dress, make his own breakfast, and head out to school. At 7:30am a boda boda (picture below) picks him up and takes him to school. Around 5pm he arrives home on the Boda Boda, in time for him to eat and drink something before it is time to wash the uniform and bath before supper. Once supper is finish, he is off to bed to start his day again. On Saturdays, he is at home whereby he has duties around the compound of feeding the cats and dogs and other small duties that he can do. When Sunday comes around it is church time.

 

Eric waiting for Boda Boda

 

Eric off to School

Eric's Dreams

Eric is a beautiful child of God, and is still developing into the man that God wants him to be. Eric loves fixing things and using his creative to build things out of Legos. When ask what he wants to be when he grows up, his answer is to be a car driver and Mechanic, and to  own his own park with cars.

 

Eric playing with Legos

Eric Mundugo

Eric Mundugo 

Born: September 15, 2005

To: Chandia Jane who was already managing the house.

Florence's Bible Verse

John 1: 1-51

 

1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. ² He was with God in the beginning. ³ Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. ⁴ In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. ⁵ The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

⁶ There was a man sent from God whose name was John. ⁷ He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. ⁸ He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light.
⁹ The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. ¹⁰ He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. ¹¹ He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. ¹² Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— ¹³ children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.
¹⁴ The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
¹⁵ (John testified concerning him. He cried out, saying, “This is the one I spoke about when I said, ‘He who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.’”) ¹⁶ Out of his fullness we have all received grace in place of grace already given. ¹⁷ For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. ¹⁸ No one has ever seen God, but the one and only Son, who is himself God and is in closest relationship with the Father, has made him known.
¹⁹ Now this was John’s testimony when the Jewish leaders in Jerusalem sent priests and Levites to ask him who he was. ²⁰ He did not fail to confess, but confessed freely, “I am not the Messiah.”
²¹ They asked him, “Then who are you? Are you Elijah?”
He said, “I am not.”
“Are you the Prophet?”
He answered, “No.”
²² Finally they said, “Who are you? Give us an answer to take back to those who sent us. What do you say about yourself?”
²³ John replied in the words of Isaiah the prophet, “I am the voice of one calling in the wilderness, ‘Make straight the way for the Lord.’”
²⁴ Now the Pharisees who had been sent ²⁵ questioned him, “Why then do you baptize if you are not the Messiah, nor Elijah, nor the Prophet?”
²⁶ “I baptize with water,” John replied, “but among you stands one you do not know. ²⁷ He is the one who comes after me, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie.”
²⁸ This all happened at Bethany on the other side of the Jordan, where John was baptizing.
²⁹ The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, “Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world! ³⁰ This is the one I meant when I said, ‘A man who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.’ ³¹ I myself did not know him, but the reason I came baptizing with water was that he might be revealed to Israel.”
³² Then John gave this testimony: “I saw the Spirit come down from heaven as a dove and remain on him. ³³ And I myself did not know him, but the one who sent me to baptize with water told me, ‘The man on whom you see the Spirit come down and remain is the one who will baptize with the Holy Spirit.’ ³⁴ I have seen and I testify that this is God’s Chosen One.”
³⁵ The next day John was there again with two of his disciples. ³⁶ When he saw Jesus passing by, he said, “Look, the Lamb of God!”
³⁷ When the two disciples heard him say this, they followed Jesus. ³⁸ Turning around, Jesus saw them following and asked, “What do you want?”
They said, “Rabbi” (which means “Teacher”), “where are you staying?”
³⁹ “Come,” he replied, “and you will see.”
So they went and saw where he was staying, and they spent that day with him. It was about four in the afternoon.
⁴⁰ Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, was one of the two who heard what John had said and who had followed Jesus. ⁴¹ The first thing Andrew did was to find his brother Simon and tell him, “We have found the Messiah” (that is, the Christ). ⁴² And he brought him to Jesus.
Jesus looked at him and said, “You are Simon son of John. You will be called Cephas” (which, when translated, is Peter).
⁴³ The next day Jesus decided to leave for Galilee. Finding Philip, he said to him, “Follow me.”
⁴⁴ Philip, like Andrew and Peter, was from the town of Bethsaida. ⁴⁵ Philip found Nathanael and told him, “We have found the one Moses wrote about in the Law, and about whom the prophets also wrote—Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.”
⁴⁶ “Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?” Nathanael asked.
“Come and see,” said Philip.
⁴⁷ When Jesus saw Nathanael approaching, he said of him, “Here truly is an Israelite in whom there is no deceit.”
⁴⁸ “How do you know me?” Nathanael asked.
Jesus answered, “I saw you while you were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.”
⁴⁹ Then Nathanael declared, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God; you are the king of Israel.”
⁵⁰ Jesus said, “You believe because I told you I saw you under the fig tree. You will see greater things than that.” ⁵¹ He then added, “Very truly I tell you, you will see ‘heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending on the Son of Man.”



Daily Life with Florance

Florance or Flo, as some people call her, has responsibilities at Sarah's Heart for Second Chances and Kingfisher.  It all depends on her work schedule at Kingfisher, as to when she starts her day. Most of her days start at 7am where she starts making breakfast, heads out to do the washing, sewing, and anything else that might need her attention. She takes a break around 10am to get ready for work at the Kingfisher.  On Monday, Wednesday and Friday she takes a trip to the market for the shopping for Kingfisher and for the home. Tuesdays are Flo's day off from Kingfisher, and this gives her time to work around the house with the cleaning, the sewing, and the preparation of the food. Saturday she is usually in the kitchen at Kingfisher all day until closing. Sundays she goes to church before she heads to Kingfisher for the day. Flo works hard for the people she loves and to push herself to new heights.

Florance Fun Facts

Fun things to do:

I love making jokes and playing pool (billiard)

If you could be any color what would you be:

Blue

If you could be any animal what would you be:

A Goat

If you could go back in time what would you be:

A Princess in African culture

Where would you like to go:

I would love to go to South America

If you could be a character in the bible what would it be:

Virgin Mary

 

Favorite color:

Blue and Pink

 

Favorite Bible verse:

John Chapter 1

 

Favorite Food:

Matook and Chicken Stew

 

Favorite animal:

Cow

Florance's Schooling

Flo grew up in the village called Masaka  She and her brothers were brought to Sarah’s Heart for Second Chances home in 2007. Once settling in, she venture into passion of tailoring. She had attended the school of tailoring before  and finish with the degree of tailoring. Once with Sarah she wanted to learn more about cooking and catering. With prayer and  encouragement, she enter into some courses in Jinja to get the basic skills of fine cuisine. She then return home to learn the finer details, from Sarah, about small business administration and accounting. She is a hard worker and willing to grasp the levels of education to becoming her own boss. With her skills of tailor, accounting, small business administration, and the art of cooking she is well on her way to achieving her dreams.  Please pray that God will guide her in steps to glorify him.

 

 

 

Sarah and Flo

Florance's Dreams

Florance, or Flo for short, dreams of owning her own business.  She wants to learn how to run either a restaurant or clothing store.  Flo is an amazing cook and tailor; she is willing to learn the skills to run a business. When ask about what defines a business woman, she gave a cheerful answer “No one telling me what to do.” She wants to be her own boss and is willing to work hard to achieved her goals and dreams.

    

    Flo, in the red shirt, cooking for the family she loves!

Florance Nakahunde

This beautiful child of God is Florance Nakahunde. She came to Sarah’s Heart for Second Chances in 2007 with her two brother Kato and Wasswa. This week we will be learning about her dreams, daily work habits, her schooling, fun facts about her, and what God has done for her. Please join me in a journey to get to know Florance better!

Friends

God truly blesses us with friends. I just want to say thank you for being my friend

I have:
A friend who held my hair while sick one night
A friend who held my hand during the birth of my first child
A friend that held me while I cry over broken heart
A friend that didn't care what I wore as long as I brought wine and a movie to the house
A friend who drove all the way out to boondock to pick me up
A friend who show up at my house to take care of me
A friend that dried my eyes
A friend who drove to wake county crisis center to show me Job 2:10
A friend that held me while I held my son
A friend who woke up with me to get a piece of pie at UNC Hospital
A friend who read scripture with me
A friend who brought me to airport to meet someone special
A friend who I surprise at the airport
A friend who let me have a special shirt
A friend that encourage me to go to Romania
A friend who stock my fridge up with food
A friend who let me pluck their eyebrows
A friend who fed me when they knew I wasn't eating
A friend who held my hand as I cried over my food one cold Saturday night
A friend who gets coffee and talks long hours of the day
A friend who shared a dessert
A friend who just held my hand
A friend who supports me even thou it hurts to see me go
A friend who gave me a ear to listen
A friend who let God speak through
A friend who just let the bush burn
A friend who promise never to leave me
A friend who pray with me daily
A friend who let me roll the windows down and cruise
A friend who looked a patterns for wedding dresses
A friend who said you are not crazy
A friend who help me sort through my broken dreams
A friend who always hugs me at church
A friend who help me through my pain in Romania
A friend who made sure that I got to church on time
A friend who let me take their spot at church
A friend who laughs with me
A friend who made me laugh
A friend who stood up for me
A friend who held me while I slept
A friend who is across the seas and waits for my arrival
A friend who gave birth to me
A friend who help me through my tough's pain
A friend who texts just to tell me they love me
A friend who watched my kids
A friend who let me laugh when I could not
and Finally a friend who I am waiting for......

Thank you

Evil Twin

Dear Evil Twin,

You have been with me since the day someone said "you are stupid". You started out as a small whisper and grew into a loud booming voice that paralyzed me from the truth.  I grew up hearing "your not good enough, your to fat, at least your pretty, and What were you thinking." I spend most of my childhood trying to overcome you, but somewhere in the age of growing you became my standard...

I listen to you when opportunity came knocking, and turned it down because your truth rang in my ears. I have let you put me in a slimy pit of Hell and wallow in depression. When the voice became loud and part of my normal everyday thinking... it never dawn on me that I could have abound life with real truth.  I listened to you that one night in the bar, and ended up regretting what came from that night. I listened to you when it came to taking that chance for college. I listened to you when it came to that hot day in August. I listened to you the day I watched the ultrasound.  I listened to you the day I got an email from someone with shocking news. I listened to you when I got a visited late one night. I listened to you when I watch my only son walk away. I listened to you the night that I watch my life fall apart. I listened to you the day I could barley make it home from work. Finally I listen to you the day I walked away from my best friend.

Your words rang in my head:

You deserve what you got!
You are not smart enough for that college!
You wont find anyone better!
You can't even carry a baby!
You are not good enough for him!
You never will get anyone to pursue you like a dying man pursuing water in a desert!
You never going to be a good mother!
You never will be good enough for yourself!
You should just ask God to swallow you whole!
You never be good enough for God to use you!


I am writing to tell you that I am done with you.... I have found a really truth.... a truth that started out as a small whisper, but has become a whisper of truth!!!!! And I have a few word for you!!!!!

I never deserve to be treated like that because I am a child of God!
I am smart enough and God created me for His glory!
I only need God and His wisdom to carry me through!
God has blessed me with two beautiful children and hopefully more in the future!!!
I am a prize of God's eyes and He smiles on me from above!!!!
I am a good mother because God entrusted me with two beautiful children and anything I am lacking God will give me through His instruction!
God created me specially for him and he has great plans for me!!!
God always uses the broken so that his strength can be seen!!!!
I might never find a man that will pursue me like a dying man pursuing water in a desert, but I have found a man who was beaten, mocked, spit on, and then dragged a heave cross up a road of shame, then nailed to it and asked to taken on my sin and died on a cross.... that is a man that I need in my life!!!!!

So to you, the evil twin who has now been put back into her spot and crushed by God's Word. I am through with you... you have been replaced... and thrown into a dark pit and slammed the locked door and thrown away the key.... so this is good-bye not for now but forever!!!! I will not shad a tear at this good-bye, but shout for joy that my chains are gone and I have been set free!!!!

Nikki

Touching the Untouchables

This is by Mary Southerland:

Friend to Friend
The heat was brutal. My back was killing me. I was exhausted from a nearly sleepless night, and I had a pounding headache. Every muscle rebelled against the long flights and relentless van rides it had taken to arrive at this rural village in India. I longed for a relaxing, hot bath, but what I had was a bucket of cold water and a plastic cup with which to bathe.

My outer appearance certainly denied my inner attitude. I plastered what I thought must surely be a spiritual kind of smile on my face in an effort to portray the mercy and love I wanted to share. My husband and I were on a 19-day whirlwind trip to South Africa, India and Thailand to see the work our church is doing in those areas. I really wanted to think and feel the right things, but I could not seem to get past myself – a familiar struggle for me. Honestly, all I wanted to do was head back inside and take a nap. Instead, I was sitting before a crowd of over 200 people who had come to hear a message of hope.

Lepers came. Men, women and children of all ages with AIDS came, staring up at me from haunting eyes that mirrored more pain and heartache than I will ever know. A young mother who had just buried her baby wept quietly, comforted by another woman with no fingers and toes, a victim of leprosy. An older man with no feet made his way through the crowd in a crudely built cart pulled by another leper and friend.

Oh, I have been on many mission trips over the years and seen a great deal of poverty, but I had never seen more destitute and broken people or worse living conditions. Cows, chickens, sheep and goats roamed the dirty, rugged roads in front of thatched roof shacks these people called home. No water. No electricity. Sickness and hunger a natural part of their day. I cried out to the Father, "What in the world am I doing here, Lord? How can I possibly help these people?" Then I saw him.

Slowly he made his way through the crowd. The man could not walk because he had no legs. Only stubs remained where his hands had once been, but still he came, swinging his mangled body forward on arms and elbows scarred by what must have been a long battle with leprosy.

I thought surely he would stop at the edge of the crowd and rest, satisfied to have simply made it in time for the meeting, but still he came. I could not take my eyes off him as he inched his way toward me as if I had called his name. Brilliant blue eyes met mine and seemed to ask, "Will you touch me? Will you love me?" In that moment, my heart shattered, and I promptly fell in love. I saw him as he really was - one of God's precious broken lambs - loved, cherished, planned and wanted; created by God for God - just like me.

I suddenly reached out and enveloped his mangled body in a fierce hug.
I just had to.
I loved him and I had to do something about it.
As his blue eyes flashed in surprise, a childlike smile captured his face, and he hugged me right back. In that moment, my life changed.

I have been in ministry forever. I have traveled across the United States and the world, speaking for various conferences, retreats, women's events – you name it. I have directed various women's ministries and been part of many mission trips to dangerous countries. I have written books, articles and devotions about loving the unlovable and touching the untouchable, but in a moment, in the course of one hug, God dissected and scrutinized my spiritual authenticity and integrity – and found it lacking. It was not only lacking in India, but in my every day life and the ministry God has given me in the place I call home.

I had come to give hope and joy. I had come to love. I had come to love the unlovable and touch the untouchables. Instead, I had come face-to-face with my own desperate need of God's love, mercy and forgiveness in my own life. And I am not alone.

Untouchables are everywhere – crippled by sin, broken and lonely, spiritually destitute and emotionally desperate, facing a death sentence of eternal separation from God. Others are men and women in ministry who have crashed and burned in a sea of moral failure or human indictment. Friends and family members stumble along in crudely made carts of greed and discontent. Instead of reaching out to those who so desperately need to be reminded of and to experience God's grace and mercy, we have relegated them to a place of judgment with no hope of restoration. I can assure you that no such place exists in the Kingdom or God. God is all about restoration and healing.

If we are brutally honest, there are times when we do not want to see the untouchables. We do not want to touch them or get involved in their nasty lives. We are weary and exhausted. After all, it takes a lot of energy to wear the right mask for the right audience in the right place and at the right time. Our hearts are scarred and callused from fighting the wrong enemy. All we really want to do is slip into a numbing but deadly sleep, hoping that when we wake, someone will have cleaned up the mess so we won't have to. I have been clearly reminded that the old saying really is true. If there is no mess, there is no ministry, and if there is no ministry, there is no mess.

I pray God uses us all to look for and reach out to those who seem to be unlovable, and then ask God to use us to touch those broken people who wait, longing for hope and healing.

Sometimes when we are hurting the best thing is to reach out and bless others.....

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is something that is easy to do....

Let me tell you something... I have been abused physically, mentally, sexually, and spiritually. I have been abandon not once, not twice, but three times in my life. I have taken the cup of poison and swallow it whole letting the hatred sink in, and sooth the pain that was caused by people. But once the cup has been taken, it is hard to put down. You use it to drown out the pain of the past and  it becomes your drug of choice. Your anger burns toward the one that has cause you pain, you lash out, calling them names, belittling them, and soon the poison becomes the death of you. You tried to put it aside, but your body needs it to survive. To the point that the insides has become black as sin and hard to scrap away the sludge, this is when you begin to hate yourself. But there is hope and I found it in the LORD. I slowly with a shaken hand, I handed my poison to him. His words boomed in my heart "FORGIVE" "But God, I have no strength to FORGIVE" then a hand of peace and the power to wipe clean, reaches into my very soul and cleans me. "FORGIVE" The command is said and somewhere inside of me I began to forgive....

I forgive the person who took my innocent away...
I forgive the person who laid his hands on me one night...
I forgive everyone who put me down...
I forgive the person who said I would mean nothing to God...
I forgive the guys who abandon me...
I forgive myself for drinking the cup of poison....


Then his command comes again "ASK FOR FORGIVENESS"

I ask for forgiveness to the person I stop being a cheerleader to...
I ask for forgiveness to the person I used as emotion punching bag...
I ask for forgiveness to the person I did not allow them to see my heart...
I ask for forgiveness to the person I never showed how much that meant to me...
I ask for forgiveness to GOD who kept on asking me to Forgive and I drank my poison instead...


Once my heart was clean from the sludge of hatred, I came to realize that GOD gave me the strength to Forgive!!! And I can truly can say that Forgiveness is easy to do with God's strength....

Little Angels

A few months ago, I embarked on a short missions trip to Canada where I was allowed to learn Face Painting....

I thought this was something cool to do, but never thought it could be used to tell "little Angels" about God!!!! Today, I spent five hours at the Crossroad's Thrift Store painting faces of Angels....
Rainbows, footballs, flowers, hearts, where painted and each child got to know how much God loves them!!!!!

Jinja

 

Jinja lies in southeastern Uganda, approximately 54 miles, by road, east of Kampala. The town is located on the shores of Lake Victoria.  Jinja is the largest metropolitan area in Jinja District, and is considered the capital of the Kingdom of Busoga.

 

Transport

Jinja is a major station on the Uganda Railway and is a port. There is a good road west from Jinja to the capital, Kampala.  Buses and minibus locally called taxis provide transport between Jinja and other Ugandan towns.
Transport in Jinja is dominated by the motorbike, Boda, Boda, (looking forward to taking one of these) and small cars locally known as "Mycar". This is important to the Jinja, and there are thousands of owner operators in the town and the surrounding areas.
 
Local Attraction

Local attractions include white-water rafting (hoping to do these).About 5 miles  north of Jinja is the site where the Bujagali Power Station.

There is a private sailing Club on the shores of Lake Victoria. There is an animal sanctuary at Buwenge. Buwenge is also the location of the headquarters of Jinja District, in which the city of Jinja is located. ^[13] About 16 miles south, in Lake Victoria, is Buvuma Island whose forests sometimes attract intrepid bird-watchers.
The town has several restaurants, cafes and hotels open to diners.
Activities in Jinja include horseback riding, bungee jumping, water skiing, boat cruises, rafting, camping and quad cycling.

 

One of the best Attraction in Jinja has is the Kingfisher Hotel!!!! It is a very beautiful Safaris Resort!!!!

 

http://www.kingfisher-uganda.net/en/jinja-en/

 

Check it out!!!

 

I am very blessed that God has lead me to a place that is beautiful, with its culture, and people.

It's Time to Do Something!!

This was in my inbox for the devotions of the day:


I could not tear my eyes away from the television screen as the 33 miners began to emerge from the depths of what could have been their mass grave. The men had been trapped for more than two months in the collapsed Chilean copper mines nearly half a mile underground. Everything I have read or heard about the tragedy is extraordinary.

The miners survived the early days by rationing food and working together as a team. Each man was assigned a job, one of which was to maintain peace and harmony until they were rescued. The selfless mining supervisor who insisted on being the last to leave his underground prison showed the world what it really means to put others first. I was amazed at the selflessness of the rescue worker who became the initial guinea pig for the rescue capsule and then chose to stay behind – alone - while the world celebrated above.

We all know what it is like to be trapped in a pit of some kind. It is probably not a collapsed mine, but pits are all basically the same.

Our world has collapsed under the weight of fear and pain.
No one seems to care. In fact, a lot of people have written us off as a lost cause.
People are too busy to recognize or understand our hopelessness.
Darkness prevails and rescue seems impossible.
We are wounded, sick and tired.
We withdraw from the very people we love and need the most.
Civil war rages in our soul as we struggle to obey God instead of giving in to sin.

I truly believe that every day is filled with divine appointments – opportunities to rescue people who are trapped in some kind of pit. We miss the emptiness reflected in the eyes of the sales clerk, or we simply choose to ignore the homeless man begging for money so he can buy food. After all, we are in a hurry and have more important things to do. The sales clerk would probably be embarrassed if I said anything, and that homeless man would probably just use the money for drugs or alcohol.

The ringing phone is someone in need, but we don't care enough to answer. Our neighbor does not know God. But her life is a mess and we really don't want to get involved. Instead of taking action and doing what we know God wants us to do, we decide that it is enough to pray for that neighbor and leave the messy part of God's work to someone else.

I am so guilty of walking away from someone in need instead of running to them. I am in pain, too, and my pain is more important than theirs. I may not actually say those words, but I don't have to. My actions are blatant illustrations of my own egotism and self-absorption.

I do not want to be like the priest who nonchalantly strolled by the wounded and bleeding man lying on the road. I want to be like the Good Samaritan who stopped and saved the wounded man's life. I want to be "God with skin on."

One day, just as rescue workers descended into that Chilean mine, Jesus Christ will descend into this broken world and rescue us from the pit of human frailty. Until then, let's be His hands and feet. Let's love Him so much that we just have to do something about it.

(Written by Mary Southerland)

Question to think about is: What is God calling you to do? Why do you think you can't do it? May next time think Ok God show me the way as I follow you upon this request?

Why Uganda?

First of all, I did not pick Uganda.... God pick Uganda. He is the one that moved things into place to guide me there!! Now that we have an understanding about it: Why Uganda?

Africa has always held a part of my heart: all through middle school, through high school, somewhat in college, but it grew into a tense passion when I accepted the LORD in 2005.

I didn't care where God lead me in Africa as long as I could go!!! I am not qualified to be a missionary, but God qualified the call to be a missionary!! I just had to be ready to take that step of faith. Once I took it, God met me full force!!!

I don't want to go into detail about were I will be staying do to security reasons, but once there I will give detail account of the place that I am staying at and pictures to go along with it. For now lets start with Uganda itself.

Uganda is a beautiful place to live and visited.

Uganda has 60 protected areas, including nine national parks: Bwindi Impenetrable National Park and Rwenzori Mountains National Park (both UNESCO World Heritage Sites^[20]), Kibale National Park, Kidepo Valley National Park, Lake Mburo National Park, Mgahinga Gorilla National Park, Mount Elgon National Park, Murchison Falls National Park, Queen Elizabeth National Park, and Semuliki National Park.

The biggest attraction is Lake Victoria

Lake Victoria is one of the African Great Lakes; it was named after Queen Victoria.
With a surface area of 26,600 square miles, Lake Victoria is Africa’s largest lake by area, and it is the largest tropical lake in the world. Lake Victoria is the world's 2nd largest freshwater lake by surface area

Place where I will be staying in is Jinja... a town on the edge of Lake Victoria...

http://www.visituganda.com/

David Platt

David Platt wrote "how many of us embracing the comforts of suburban America while we turn a deaf ear to inner cities in need of the gospel? How many of us are so settled in the United States that we have never given serious thought to the possibility that God may call us to live in another country?  How often are we willing to give a check to someone else as long as we don't have to go to the tough places in the world ourselves? How many of us parents are praying that God will raise up our children  to leave our homes and go overseas, even if that means they may never come back?  And how many of us are devoting our lives to taking the gospel to the people in hostile regions around the world where Christians are not welcome? Certainly we are not saying "annihilate all those people and send them to hell" but if we do not take the gospel to them, isn't that where they will go". Makes you think about who lead you to Christ!!! And that they didn't stay home but answered the call of God!