I arrived in Nkokonjeru on August 30th, but it was a long journey to get here. First it was two flights, one from Chicago to Amsterdam, and another from Amsterdam to Entebbe with a short stop in Kigali. I left Chicago at 4:10pm on the 27th, and arrived in Entebbe at 11:00pm on the 28th. The moment I stepped out of the airport and into the crowd of people waiting to meet those disembarking the plane, I was given a bouquet of roses in dusty pinks and yellows. A tall young man, who I later learned was Joseph Kkonde’s son, approached me, handed me the flowers, and took the cart with my luggage so I didn’t have to push it. Everyone came up to me and said “You are welcome,” and “Nice to meet you,” and I was so overwhelmed that I admit many of the names escape my memory. But they made me feel very welcome and I was instantly at home.