Give Us Wings has helped them to repair or rebuild their homes and has also given them small business loans to start or expand their farming and livestock businesses.
The group is subdivided into seven smaller groups, but everyone came to greet us when we arrived. We visited the homes of one or two members of each of the smaller groups, which are quite spread out.
These were our tour guides: Mary Francis, William, who is the original chairperson of the entire group, and William's son, who translated for us.
Walking to the houses.
Some women in front of the woman on the left's house.
Children hanging out in front of their house.
A bike near a traditional mud home. Bikes are often used for transportation because motorbikes and cars are too expensive for the average Ugandan. You would be amazed how much they manage to carry on the back grate- 5 crates of soda, 3 50 lb. bags of grain, 6 gallon jugs of water... we've even seen a baby in a box.
An old mama who invited us into her house. She relies on her daughter-in-law to farm for her, for both their livelihoods. I think all of her sons have died (probably from AIDS).
Mary Francis. She has become one of the unofficial leaders of the Kayoro group and raises 6 of her own children in addition to 2-3 orphans. She farms and makes charcoal.
The walls in this woman's house were covered in chalk writing, probably from her school-age children. Would you let your kids do their homework on the walls?
Some children curiously watching the mzungu visitors (we're the best thing since TV).
There was an island of grass outside one home that was perfect for taking a breather (it was quite hot!). The women I'm with were tagging along with us from house to house- we had quite a caravan.
Moo.
A family in front of their home. Like many of the women in this group, the mama is a widow.
Two girls surrounded by a group of children. They stood out to me because their hair is long and braided, which is unusual for girls of their age (see the previous photo).
The group is subdivided into seven smaller groups, but everyone came to greet us when we arrived. We visited the homes of one or two members of each of the smaller groups, which are quite spread out.
These were our tour guides: Mary Francis, William, who is the original chairperson of the entire group, and William's son, who translated for us.
Walking to the houses.
Some women in front of the woman on the left's house.
Children hanging out in front of their house.
A bike near a traditional mud home. Bikes are often used for transportation because motorbikes and cars are too expensive for the average Ugandan. You would be amazed how much they manage to carry on the back grate- 5 crates of soda, 3 50 lb. bags of grain, 6 gallon jugs of water... we've even seen a baby in a box.
An old mama who invited us into her house. She relies on her daughter-in-law to farm for her, for both their livelihoods. I think all of her sons have died (probably from AIDS).
Mary Francis. She has become one of the unofficial leaders of the Kayoro group and raises 6 of her own children in addition to 2-3 orphans. She farms and makes charcoal.
The walls in this woman's house were covered in chalk writing, probably from her school-age children. Would you let your kids do their homework on the walls?
Some children curiously watching the mzungu visitors (we're the best thing since TV).
There was an island of grass outside one home that was perfect for taking a breather (it was quite hot!). The women I'm with were tagging along with us from house to house- we had quite a caravan.
Moo.
A family in front of their home. Like many of the women in this group, the mama is a widow.
Two girls surrounded by a group of children. They stood out to me because their hair is long and braided, which is unusual for girls of their age (see the previous photo).
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