The kids did their concert for us tonight, the one we only had highlights from the night we arrived.
They sang songs that made me tear up, and the joyful, cautionary songs about AIDS that made me squint, as always.
They did a traditional dance that was amazing.
There was a boy band doing very specific dance moves to Ugandan pop that they copied from the television, and played on a cellphone.
Mary played the traditional drum, pink cellphone in hand.
We visited the man responsible for child welfare in the district today, a busy, smart, earnest and no nonsense man. “You who are mobilizing,” he said. “Go and mobilize more people. There is no gift you can give the world other than supporting children… you are creating the village of the future.”