So I have this bag.

My bag and a beautiful women named Collines who introduced me to it.

I use it everyday to carry books, binders, my laptop, pens and pencils, and whatever else I decide to throw in it. Everyday when I pick up this bag, I feel as if borders are being erased, and I am holding hands with a women named Aber Rose who lives and works in Gulu, Uganda. Rose made my bag.

When she was only 12 years old, she was abducted into the Lord’s Resistance Army in Uganda and given to a man to be his wife. After nine years, she was able to escape with her children. Coming home to persecution and judgement, she was able to find hope with a organization called Mend. According to their website, “Mend is a social enterprise geared toward facilitating financial independence and development for¬†vulnerable¬†women in northern Uganda.”

Because of Mend, Rose and many other women are able to support themselves and their children, have an education, and have hope.

I will never be able to understand what Rose went through during her nine years in the LRA, but I can say because of this bag, I understand more of what it means to be of one human race, one family. I might be a Texan, an American, a Catholic, a student, but first and foremost I am a human, and Rose is my sister.

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