Our Villaige

Today we went to the main village in Pece, (which is even a smaller sub county of Gulu). This village had two of our four students living in it, and would be our place of work for the next few weeks. It was amazing because so many of the children had never even seen a white person! Their little jaws would drop to the floor as they would just point and say "Muno, Muno". I had heard it compared that white people looked to them as either inside out, or as a pig that had been shaved and was ready to be slaughtered. The children were amazingly receptive however. They would jump on us and want us to play with them day and night. We would put them on our backs and pick them up and spin them around and around. This eventually became the most fun game because many of them had never been dizzy before and would panic as you would set them down. That is, until they realized it was harmless and would want us to to it until the sun went down. Some of the children would take one look at us, scream in fear and run away crying. It was a bit of a sup prise to see this reaction. But for the most part the children just loved us being there. We soon became very accustom to Luwo (the language in Gulu) We would Say Kopango, and they would say Kope in return. We would say Achu mabe. And in return we would say Achu Mabe or Atie Mabe. And then we would both say Wynen. This translates something close to: "Hi, how are you?" "I am fine, hows life?" "Everything is good" "Bye!"
Our village consisted of a few dirt paths that lead into different small groups of mud huts. Each hut had a straw and grass thatched roof and one door. The majority of the people here are Christians, so they would teach us songs in their language and the two that knew English would teach us the translation as well.