We are still living a kind of transient existence, whilst we are now physically and partially mentally at home, our thoughts ànd early mornings are still in Uganda.
I remember during the constant anaethetising images of Biafra seeing Basil Hume, a human being I respected despite not sharing his faith, openly distressed whilst visiting a famine stricken settlement.
The juxtaposition of the two images made me realise just how much the constant images had numbed me to the reality of what was actually happening to the human beings on this dire situation.
Yes, every country has problems and yes, all over lives could be ameliorated in a variety of ways. Problems are still big and important wherever and whoever we are.
But, which of us has been brought up with no food, no breadwinner, no prospects, no clean water, no electricity, no rubbish removal facilities, no privacy and no personal possessions? Which of us has been expected to take our share of household tasks from about 3 years of age and been made responsible for our younger siblings from the age of 8, including having to cook for them on a fire we have made and tended ourselves.
How many of us have had to walk 3 kilometres to collect water from the well before returning with it along a dusty rough track, another 3 kilometres.
Then if our family happened to be able to afford school costs, walk another 3 or more kilometres to school before 7-30am and begin our return laden with school bags at 5pm only to get back to the need for more water to be collected.
Can you even conceive of your children or grandchildren being expected to do it? Could you have done it? I certainly couldn't imagine it.
Fresh clean water which arrives at central points in the village would be both a massive improvement and, no doubt, a virtually unimaginable luxury for the locals.
It, in turn, might lead to the provision of more hygienic toilet facilities and in turn provide concurrent benefits to health.
I won't dwell on things lavatorial but imagine how highly difficult it would be to deal with tummy upsets or menstruation, childbirth or illness with no availability of running water.
Could you deal with keeping clean and preventing infections if you depended on old rag or banana leaves and a piece of plastic to deal with menstruation? Particularly if you were ayoung girl dealing menstruation and the shaming possibility of leakage through your clothing. Girls can be sufficiently disturbed by the changes in their bodies without the feeling that they may be shamed by this.
We were reliably informed of cases in which a girl had had such an accident in school and had never returned as she perceived it as so shameful.
Yes, education is needed but the provision of reusable sanitary protection is possible and comparatively cheap. Indeed a local firm Afripads manufactures them, but if a family has to choose between buying food or buying sanitary protection they are not going to choose the latter.
These are two of the things that donations can provide. Donations, at the moment, given the current poverty of the community, are invaluable but they alone are not the answer.
I believe that with donations should come expectations. Donations could provide the village hall with a clinic for use by visiting health care professionals. Including the purchase of a plot of land this would cost about £10,000. A bore hole for water perhaps a further £4000. Large sums for individuals but not unimaginable unless you happen to have been born in Kissekka where 25p is a generous tip.