When I first told friends and family about my plans to travel to Uganda, the most common response was, “Why?”, “Isn’t that dangerous?”, or, “Why don’t you consider a different country?” I believe these responses sprang from the perception held by many in the Global North that “developing” countries of the Global South are defined primarily by disease, political unrest, and poverty.

When I arrived, however, I encountered a place no more strange or exotic than the small American town I grew up in. Uganda: No one speaks of your ancient green hills dotted with little red houses. Of the beauty of your sunsets or the rich, vibrant life that pulsates in your towns and trading centers. Of the warmth, sincerity, and kindness of your people. Here, work is shared, smiles are given freely, and no one is expected to exist continually as a relentless machine of productivity. Here, your value is measured not by what you contribute to society, but simply by what you are. Here, being human is enough.