Through the Lens

Through the Lens

Glorious Water

Kakuma Refugee Camp, Kenya

The Monsignor and the Old Refugee Woman

In Sudan, when a visitor comes, the first thing one does is to offer him or her a glass of water.

The Monsignor came to my house. I gave him a glass of water.

“You don’t have any cold water?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “What about ice cubes? No ice cubes?” “I’m sorry”, I replied.

“Never mind, I’m not really thirsty anyway,” leaving the water on the table.

The old Dinka refugee woman came to my house. I gave her a glass of water. She took the water, blessed herself, then slowly drank the water. Then she blessed herself again and handed me back the empty glass.

Peter Major mhm

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