They were the staff of our house. I learned much about Uganda through them. Without their help I don't know if I could enjoy the stay there. They showed good teamwork. They speak English but each of them has a mother tongue of their birth region. Whenever their relative died ,they went back to attend the funeral services at their birth village. If someone died in the city where he or she had worked , the body was carried to the birth place. It often occured. People die of AIDS or malaria or other diseases comparatively at an early age. My thought sometimes turns to the Ugandan people. How are they now?