On a warm day several years ago, Twesigye Jackson Kaguri received a simple request from two grandmothers: “We want to join the group that meets under the mango tree.”“Their words were like music,” he told me. They stood in stark contrast to Jackson’s early days in his hometown village of Nyakagezi, Uganda, when he went door-to-door, practically begging grandparents to open their homes to children orphaned by the AIDS epidemic.“Jackson, we have no money for food,” the grandmothers would often respond. “How will we will feed them?”“Nyaka will,” Jackson would respond — Nyaka being the nonprofit he was in the process of creating.“Who will pay for their health insurance and medical bills?” they asked.“We will,” Jackson responded.“Then what do you need from us?”“We need you to love them.”
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