Back to my roots - Mbarara, Uganda πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¬

This spring I spent a short few days back home in Uganda. It's becoming common that when I arrive at Entebbe, I bypass buzzing Kampala and hit the highway towards the South West of the region to a town called Mbarara, the town of my family and ancestors. 

Much of the Nyakaguruka, the region within Mbarara my family live, is being developed and partly helped by a community-based tourism initiative my mum started in 2008.

Occasionally, it crosses my mind that by that a small fate of chance, my parents migrated to the U.K and I became British. I walk through the banana plantations to see women chopping down matoke (green banana) with handmade machetes wearing long torn dresses. They wave to my mum, we wave back and she turns to tell me how they all went to school together and how the littlest of opportunity can redirect the course of your life. 

During my time here I visited the local school and talked to the English teachers about some of the new teaching methods I've learnt during my time working at the Cambridge University Press, and also the students about their aspirations and experiences at schooling here.

It's always a pleasure to be home and I'm always so much more at peace here. I hope you enjoy the pictures.