Another protest.
Sugar stopped traffic this week, for hours.
The primary opportunity for work in this area of Western Nicaragua is agricultural labor in the sugar cane fields. Protesting wages, we all wondered why they were not protesting work environment. A significant number of workmen find that they are slowly dying of kidney failure from the chemicals used in the cane fields. Why they do not protest the slow agonizing death of improper work environment I may never know. What I do know is that visiting a local village and observing the odd absence of men 20 to 50 is disheartening.
While my sense of justice wrestles with this, the idea of sugar turns my mind turns to a different "Sugar", one nearer and dearer to my heart than that which flavors ice cream or chocolate.
This Sugar is exceptional.
Rocking her own sense of style she confidently wears pink cowgirl boots with everything.
A fellow sojourner she has called two states home, traveled through at least 12 and secured her first passport stamp. I am so proud!
I’ll gladly partake of any of her baked good creations and rather enjoy the prospect of making cookies together.
Proficient in ballet, gymnastics and swimming she goes on to give me a run for my money in Just Dance 2; I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s topped all my high scores.
I could go on, celebrating her charmed life. Like the fact she has anchored a newscast but I’d rather focus on the topic of the hour.
Today, yes today, my favorite Sugar is turning eight.
It is great to be EIGHT!
Sending hugs and loves and everything happy on your special day, Sugar; I am celebrating you!
