Before we left Kampala a few weeks back, there was one thing we just HAD to do. My girls have a small book about Black Beauty and they'd been asking me for a while to see a horse. There are no horses in Kaabong district or for several hours away in any direction from Kaabong. Come to think of it, there are few horses in Uganda. Thankfully, a good friend of mine from Entebbe, Grace, just happened to know someone with horses at their private residence. So on a bright Sunday afternoon, we took the girls for an hour of riding.
I don't think they quite comprehended what was going on until they were actually up close to the horses. But once they realized what a great opportunity they had, they quickly and confidently climbed into the saddle. When at first they were hesitant to pat the horse's coat, by the end, it was difficult to drag them away from the horses. They had a wonderful time and experienced something that few Ugandans get to do.
Lemu's legs were so short that they didn't fit into the stirrups and one of us had to walk along side of her. The owner was afraid that she'd slide off. But not to worry. Lemu sat bravely and was not about to let her sister outdo her. Growing up with horses myself, this experience brought back a sense of nostalgia for days past, and it made me even more thankful for the experiences and opportunities God gives us in life. Thankfully, these horses were very well-mannered and the girls had a non-traumatic experience.
So much for horsing around...