when I was an aid worker, I lived in Uganda, a landlocked country in East Africa. On paper, the nation was decidedly poor, with an average annual income of only $884 per person. But it showed surprising generosity towards people in need, including people who were not technically its own. Refugees not only enjoyed the right to work, they received free plots of land to live on and farm. During my first month there, I met a Rwandan refugee. We stood on her small farm in the shadow of the Kiyebe Mountains, surrounded by rows of onions, corn, heads of cabbage. Her life had
