Thoughts about eyes are running away with me at the moment.
Seeing clearly. Eyes to read and eyes to learn. Eyes to see.
Blurred vision, damaged eyes, red eyes, smoke and witchcraft.
The blind will see.
... And with a handful of carrots, I think this may be another blog!
As well as bringing the two ladies back from Magozi, Tim also brought another woman, a male teacher and a student, all in the little red pickup with no suspension! And yes, you guessed it, they got a puncture!
|New glasses for Mama Juliana (left) and Mama Rehema (right)|
|Threshing the rice|
|Tim and the girls went to buy wood to fix the pigpen |
after one little piggy got its head stuck trying to escape!