Today while out for my run some children stopped me to give me this huge chunk of Jackfruit. Most people would probably be annoyed at the interruption and frustrated at the expectation of carrying a sticky, spiky, awkward object while attempting to exercise. I on the other hand welcomed it. I've been in Uganda long enough to know that this is a sure sign that I'm integrating into my new community. The fact that the children have started calling me Nambooze rather than Mzungu (white person) and are willing to share their afternoon snack should be interpreted as a positive interaction.
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