Last year I had the privilege of serving on Baby Watoto Global Team in Uganda. It was a dream come true. Part of the mission of Clothed in Love is to visit each child we sponsor. It was such an honor to meet our first child sponsor Abdul and the babies we sponsor each month. Holding the children in my arms filled my heart with an overwhelming love. However I also learned a rather funny lesson too while in Uganda.
Living out your dream can be messy at times. (<===Click to Tweet) But you have to learn how to laugh at your mistakes and roll with the punches. One of my most embarrassing days in Gulu, Uganda will always be a fond memory for me.
Ugandan soil after a rainy day can be rather slippery. The thick red mud has intense suction and a slimy feel to it. A lesson learned when I decided to wear flip flops instead of tennis shoes after a thunderstorm.
Let me set the scene behind the comical pictures you see above.
During my lunch break, Irene asked if I would like to accompany her to the local market. I was excited about going on the adventure and mixing with the locals. The market place had many rows of tables with people selling produce and meat. Irene was on the hunt for fresh made peanut butter. We had a belly laugh with the ladies who were trying to get our sale first. All of the women were full of joy.
As we waited for the peanut butter to be put into new containers I studied the women and their children. Community building comes so naturally for them. They laugh and tell stories. The infants were strapped to the mother’s back. The ladies were sitting on the floor or in chairs talking about life and laughing. I admired the bond they had with each other. It was genuine and authentic. I was frustrated that I had left my camera back at the village. I wanted to capture that moment.
As we walked back to the baby village, we cut through an alley way. Irene and I were laughing about the comments the ladies were making about the sale when all of a sudden my foot slipped off the edge of mound of dirt causing my one knee to buckle. I hit the ground. My knee stuck in the mud. Irene held my hand as I pulled myself out of the puddle of water.
Pride points just flew out the window.
Trying not to freak out, my mind started to race and wonder if there was something in the water I should be concerned about. Then it hit me – I didn’t get a tetanus shot before I left. I had talked myself out of the $150 out-of-pocket of expense.
Regret set in.
My mind started to race even faster. Irene was mortified and felt bad that I had fallen. I didn’t want her to freak out too so I pushed the fear aside and told her that I was okay. Yet the wet sensation going down my leg had me a little concerned.
Am I bleeding Lord?
When Irene asked if I wanted to return to my room and not finish my shift at the baby home I quickly said yes I wanted to head home. As we walked back to the Baby Watoto, people would look at me and smile. They were speechless.
I picked up my backpack from the baby village and we headed back to the guest house. I walked with confidence. The cars were coming closer to us as we walked on the dirt road, so we decided to cut over to the another dirt path. Nervous to cross the ditch I stepped down slowly.
Once again my flip flops failed me. Both feet went up in the air and I fell back on my behind and backpack. I was looking up to the sky laughing at my luck. Now I was covered in mud on both sides of my body.
The mud was oozing out between my toes with each step that I took. My feet kept slipping and sliding in the flip flops. I thought the first slip was hard to recover from but the second fall was worse.
More faces were laughing at me as I walked by. A group of children on the back of a boda-boda (motorcycle) were laughing hysterically at me as they saw the caked on mud on backside. I kept hearing “Sorry” the Uganda version of “Poor Baby”.
All I could do was laugh and continue to walk with confidence. My mistake was evident for all the world to see but that was okay.
Life get’s messy. But I had learned from my mistake. (<====Click to Tweet) Flip flops were no longer the shoe of choice after a rain storm. 🙂
Shared by: Delonna Gibbs