African Fashion, with goat accessory

The Gulu office had a huge send-off for me today, and I actually enjoyed the food!  This is the first lunch I’ve had in a week that I didn’t just wolf down, thankful it wasn’t fried chicken or a piece of meat in a greasy bowl of stew.  Here I am wrestling with a goat kebab.  The dress was tailored in the market by a very talented woman who works with intermittent electricity and an old Singer sewing machine with a pedal. 

Goat on a stick, and me.

Do you know the feeling of freedom when you are about to quit a job?  You can have it again and again, if you stick to month-long unpaid internships!