Not too far from where we stayed in Uganda lived a family who’d moved to the area as refugees from the war in the north.
The father, Phillip, farmed land a few hours away from home; the mother made crafts while looking after the household. Their son, Emmanuel, had become a close friend of the volunteers at AOET, as he’d often be seen near our living quarters, offering a friendly hello, directions, etc.
We were invited over to the house one evening, where we sat and chatted, marveling at the talent of the mother and the drawings of the children. Emmanuel and his sister Mercy did most of the translating, as the mother knew very little English.
As we were leaving, we asked Mercy to sing us a song, which she allowed me to record.
