Return to Kiwoko

Wilsons_2013 Posted by Rory Wilson on Mon, 01 Oct 2012 | 5 comments | Bookmark: digg this Post this to del.icio.us Post this to Facebook

Last week mum and dad told me that we were going on an adventure – getting on a plane to go to Uganda. As I like planes, cars and trains I was very excited. In one day I was on them all!
It was fun going to sleep on the plane in my Thomas the Tank engine jammies. When I woke up, we were in Uganda! Mummy said that I was a very good boy, so that even daddy and her got a little sleep too. There were so many bags that Daddy needed my help fitting all of them in the car. I was so glad that mum had put my shorts on for driving up to Kiwoko, as it was very hot and sunny

Driving back to Kiwoko we passed lots of people selling food at the side of the road, plates of red tomatoes, green piles of mangoes, cabbages and matooke, orange stacks of pineapples. I am glad that we had brought my special car seat from Ireland. Few other children in Uganda seem to have a special seat like me to help them see out and keep them safely belted in.

I don’t remember seeing so many people walking beside the road in Bangor, but there were very many people walking about everywhere we went. In Kampala there was lots of traffic with horns tooting and smelly fumes coming into the car. It was very dusty and made daddy and I sneeze a lot.

After we did some shopping, daddy started to drive towards Kiwoko. Soon there were less people on the road, less buildings and it became quieter and quieter. Then I saw more fields and matooke plantations and sometimes cows walking along the side of the road with their owner. It was even more dusty though! I enjoyed putting the window down, and daddy kept helping me by putting it up again so I could put it back down.

When we arrived back in Kiwoko people were surprised as most of them did not know the exact day that we were coming back. A lot of people told me that I had grown and that I looked more and more like my dad. They also were pleased by how fat mum and dad have become. Lots of people knew my name but I don’t really remember them. They all ask me, ‘How are you’. I feel a bit shy, so sometimes I don’t answer them. Sometimes I say, ‘Fine’. There are too many people looking at me all the time.

I was excited to see my old toys and books and I had a good time investigating all around the house. I looked for some of my friends from Ireland, but they are not here. My teddy Niall came with us, so I have been careful to look after Niall this week and we have done almost everything together. I have put pictures on my wall of my friends in Ireland and my cousins, so that I can smile at them.

At night I sleep in a special tent that covers the bed, to keep out mosquitoes. I love my tent, it feels cosy. When I bounce on my bed I can touch the top of the tent. Daddy’s bed is good for hiding in, though compared to Ireland you get hot very quickly when you hide under the sheets waiting for someone to find you.

Every morning daddy puts on his tie to go and give medicine to the babies. I don’t like him being away for so long so sometimes mummy has taken me to his office to say hello. He usually comes back for lunch – but as I sometimes have a sleep then I don’t always see him. Yesterday daddy and I both had a sleep together on the sofa after lunch. After he comes home I like taking his tie to play with. He says that if I keep dancing with it on the floor it might get dirty. What a silly idea!

At the weekend we visited our garden to see how the trees that daddy planted had grown. Some of them used to be smaller than me and now are taller than daddy! I wore my boots at first, but when I saw that my Ugandan friends were going barefoot I took off my boots so I could be like them.

On Monday Joyce came to work at our house, she brought her son John to play with me. He liked some of the new toys that I had brought. We helped Joyce washing the clothes too. I got very wet, but the sun soon dried me out.

Everything is a bit different here. Even the weetabix tastes different! It is still fun. I miss my Irish friends very much, but I love mummy and daddy more than ever.

Comments

Mary Mckeown said Mon, 01 Oct 2012 08:29PM
Hi Gideon glad you,mum and dad arrived safely we will continue to pray for you all,at St Columbas Church in Draperstown.God bless.
jill hope said Fri, 12 Oct 2012 10:45AM
hi from a wet ireland i saw you all at the mid Africa conferance in newcastle. you wont remember me but i enjoyed seeing you all and hearing your story. the lords blessings on you all. be safe in your work and play. jill hope
Sarah Gamble said Sun, 14 Oct 2012 02:02PM
Hi! Discovered your blog while looking up Helen Byer's blog. I love Gideon's account of your return to Kiwoko - I think my children will like to hear it too! They are 3 and 6. Best wishes, Sarah
suzanne hansen said Wed, 24 Oct 2012 02:18AM
Welcome home! We look forward to seeing you again in just a couple of weeks! I'm really impressed with Gideon's writing abilities--he is sooooo advanced for his age!! Will bring along some Thomas the Tank goodies!! God Bless You for all you do! Jim and Suzanne Hansen

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