When Seamus asked me to write a few pages about my Nambagura volunteer experience I have to admit I was a little bit stumped (and a bit miffed, homework, really Seamus, homework, nobody told me there would be homework). What do I write for two pages about this village that hasn’t been written about or experienced in every other village; we came, we helped, we connected, we were thanked. And then it dawned on me that it was this last part that set apart my Nambagura experience for me. From our first day of work for MARC, which was the offloading of the supplies into the copra shed at Banam Bay, there was something unique that tweaked my interest about Nambagura. It was the chief’s son Taso, a rather large almost burly man but with a
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