Potatoes

I recently came across a bunch of pictures from my trip to Uganda that I love so much. Just looking at them brings back many memories. I think I will post some of them every so often. The pictures that I am putting up now are from one of my favorite and most memorable days spent in Uganda. For one day, Amanda and I, along with one of the other students, spent our time with a Ugandan woman named Janet. Janet introduced us to her daily life as one of a million internally displaced persons. She lives in an IDP camp and opened up her life to us so that we could briefly experience what she lives through every day. The first thing she did was give us raw corn, as a sort of welcome present. Then she took us on a long trek to gather some potatoes from her garden. 

Digging up potatoes sounds easy enough. It was relatively easy for Janet who has had tons of experience. For the three of us, it was really difficult. First, we had no clue which plants were potato plants and which were just weeds. It's almost impossible to tell if you've never seen them before. Secondly, Janet had no tools to make digging up the potatoes easy. I got cuts on my fingers from the scratchy leaves and the rocks in the soil as I tried to find potatoes. I only found one, in the same amount of time Janet (who was very pregnant at the time) found a bunch more.