The 2.5 weeks that I spent in the village went by in the blink of an eye. It feels like just yesterday that we took the bus ride from hell to get to Bubiita, but here we are, and it's already time to go home.
Over the last nearly three weeks, I've helped Matrine make chapati and rolexes for dinner, woken up early to go on early morning hikes, played Parcheesi late into the night, joined in on teaching the local children how to play kickball, attended soccer practice (still salty all the other mzungos were on the better team), competed in a dance battle, celebrated Myles' and Papa's birthdays, danced all night long, and just overall enjoyed my time.
On my last day at the compound, we were even treated to a performance by a group of boys preparing for their upcoming circumcision ceremony. We all ran over from the porch, where we'd been working, to the front gate to watch the ceremonial dance. Since they only do circumcisions on even years, this was the first time that I got to see this part of the Bugisu culture. What a way to end the trip with a bang--or should I say stamp?
