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CELEBRATING MARIA LOUISA'S LIFE IN BUSIA UGANDA.

HOPE &  JOY PASSED ON .
 I received an email from F.k Norway asking if I could identify vulnerable women and girls and give them some clothes that were donated by a mother who lost her daughter in Norway , and my answer was yes I will ,after all we work with a lot of those in Shalom community project. Shalom is an initiative by Robert and Gillian who after 1 year in a Norway exchange and being exposed to high level of development decided that they can do something small to change  life's in their community. Afrika is not just a continent but its our land its our brothers sisters, cousins etc...
After some years now we have women and youth empowerment programs, a children project of 45 vulnerable poor children and  a small health Centre that meets the needs of the community.
 Then  I received the new clothes and we identified some widows, orphans and needy women in the community and below are the smiles and excitement that this brought. One woman shed tears excitedly and said , "oh my I have never owned a new beautiful dress like this".

Little did I know there was a story behind the beautiful dresses. On my trip to Norway I asked to meet the lady so I could thank her for clothing the women in Namutere community. And oh my a humble woman her name is  Ena came to meet me and with tears on her face she hugged me and I waited to hear the story. She narrated how her daughter had gone on a trip in Africa , in Kenya and she had fallen in love with the children and women there and she came back to Norway and all the money she had she gave it to a tailor to make clothes and she would give them out and raise more for the poor.  Loiusa was  her beloved daughter and before long death snatched her little daughter from Mummy.
There were a lot of tears but all in all I was sure of one thing ,listening to the mum Loiusa didn't live for herself , but others.
Through her life and gift women in Busia can shine in new made clothes and her hope and joy lives on. She is gone but her legacy left behind in some woman struggling with Hiv and aids or even widowed or orphaned.
I hugged her and prayed for her and even now pray for comfort for the whole family and friends and assure them that Loiusa's generosity goes beyond her now . How many Loiusa's are in this generation, willing to spend all they have for others who are in need.

The story is complete now and am so glad I met her and the peace that surpasses human beings is the one I pray for her now that through this act of kindness God would reach her heart with so much peace and help her look and see the hope she has in God. This was very important for her closure she said.
Thank you Loiusa and Mum.
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                                                                  This is the community that village that received love from Louisa's dream. Busia Uganda.













In all this we say THANK YOU AND WEBALE  MUNO MAMA" THANK YOU MUM"
Thank you for being part of the Shalom story .

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