Sloping down from the somewhat main road toward the Life in
Africa gathering place, the familiar children began calling after me about
their 100
Christmas Dollies. This time when I stopped to greet them, I demanded to
see how they were taking care of their babies. Sandra was the only one who could
produce her dolly as her older sister ran to retrieve that baby.
Somehow, this dolly must have been shivering in the night.
She was clothed first in overalls – meaning she
was a he – and then in a dress with
another dress on top. Children in Uganda seem somehow genderless when it comes
to their clothing so we’ll not focus on that issue for the moment. It’s the
shivering that I can’t imagine. Doesn’t this Florida-born dolly know that
Africa is HOT too?