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Maybe absence makes the blood heat up!?

Wandeba nanye nakureba hehehe! 

Today the May 7, 2016 I conclude my 3 weeks stay and work in the Indiana State of the great USA. This was a work visit if there is anything called so. 

I call it work visit because it is my role at the PCAU has everything to do with it.  PCAU has a partnership with an excellent organisation in USA called Center for Hospice Care or just say CHC. 

 So because of the partnership and my role at PCAU, the CHC paid for my trip to do a staff exchange visit. Perhaps for CHC this was normal but or boy, for me this was a big deal. I embraced the opportunity to get to the great USA. 

It was a season of some politicking here in the USA. A great businessman was taking on a great politician and diplomat in a race. It's a bit interesting, the business man is trying out a political office for the first time and it could be him as the next President of the United States. He wants to make America great again. Isn't America great already ?  On the other hand, the lady, former first lady is giving it her all. May the best win!  

 Just briefly and precisely, none that I talked to told me quite frankly whom they would vote for. Be it Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton. So I can confidently say that I am not sure whether there are any Republicans or Democrats at CHC. I just don't know! Maybe they thought to keep me off their home politics. Maybe they are as patriotic. And I can tell you they are right. How on earth should a boy from Uganda discuss America Politics ? So actually no one said so loudly to me! Maybe they are all Conservatives? I took it safe, perhaps Americans never tell foreigners whom they will vote for. Sorry or perhaps since I talked to and spoke to Staff at CHC they just found it fit to let work be and politics be. I don't know. 

I enjoyed working with a Social Worker at  Plymouth, I enjoyed stay at the Kiddes' home and food, I enjoyed dinner at the Wargos. I learned and accomplished a lot. 

 But wait a bit, this write up was not supposed to be about my experience in the USA.  It was supposed to be about my connection with home. I will return to share with you about Robert Red Fisher, Roberta &Tom Spencer,  Judy the humble lady, Karen, Norah, Jim, Chris, Bob and... oh I will return and make this to you. I will mention each one of them in a about two sentences. hehehe the dancing beautiful gals, they were quite colourful by the way. They quickly picked Denis for a dance -kiss. he was mesmerised! ohh I will return and write it all.  

This particular piece was about the distance! Did you ever hear about this? That Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I think that is crup! Because as I have found out as Elizabeth Ashley said (God bless her soul) ‘Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.’ hehehe I thought I missed someone. 

 This Miss Katryna.  I missed her. I really don't know why but I whatever reason, I caught myself imagining what the good smile blessed woman would be doing. 
I tell you what, this is about 7683 miles away!  Incase there is anything called love, this could be it. Maybe it is. 

Any way, will be back to write meaningfully. I am sorry if you endured reading to the end! See you same time same station, stay tuned! 

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