Seven Years Of Progress
One brisk “ring” and then silence. I jolt from a deep, and too short, sleep into the darkness of the Nyakibale guest house in rural Uganda. Confused at first, I listen to the drops of rain on the metal roof…
One brisk “ring” and then silence. I jolt from a deep, and too short, sleep into the darkness of the Nyakibale guest house in rural Uganda. Confused at first, I listen to the drops of rain on the metal roof…