Man, Uganda is random. I’ve been having to learn a lot of ‘die to self’ lessons so far this month. Most of the time I have no idea what is going on, where we are going, what time anything is happening or anything. For example, we were about to head on our way home when we ran into a guy Ruth met on the bus to Mbarara and he offered to take us home. Sketchy, but okay. So we wait around for him to get his car and meet up with us, pile into his car and we are on our way. He decides to stop at the fruit market and buy some pineapple through his car window. Alright, a small stop, but no big deal. Then he says he wants to take us to meet his mom real quick. We take a left turn off the main road, thinking it will be a quick trip. Nope. He had just returned home from the war, hadn’t seen his mom in 2years, she thought he was dead and he is taking us strangers with him to go see him. We knew none of that at the time though. We sit outside her gates while he lays on the horn. Her face was precious, SO surprised. She’s bawling as we introduce ourselves and she rushes us into the household and brings out some picture albums of work she did with other Mzungus with the Girl Scouts and offers us some bowled, then cooled, milk (gross, by the way). We toured her banana plantation and then headed home.
Another day we thought we were heading home, but we stopped off at a ‘water plant’ that ended up being a bottling station for this weird green tea drink. It was basically a one roomed, unclean barn thing with machinery in it and we toured it.
Solomon has given us a schedule of our day, but we never go by it. Tonight we were all pumped to rest and watch a movie, after our crusade in town, but 10 minutes in, a stranger comes knocking and we are entertaining guests until it’s time for bed. There are people constantly meeting us, inviting us over to their homes, inviting us to climb mountains and asking for money. There are constantly little heads bobbing in the windows and staring at us, even if we are just sitting there, and there are constantly people in and out of the house at all hours of the day. It get’s exhausting…
A few days ago we went to tour a school. Although, Solomon forget to mention to us that it was a school for disabled kids… we figured it out when kids with only one foot came to greet us, half of them are deaf and some are crawling on their hands and knees because of lame legs and not being able to afford crutches. We went back there a few days ago and played soccer with kids without limbs, then listened to a few deaf kids ‘sing’ to us.
Uganda has been good though, don’t let my dry sarcasm fool you, we love it here. The countryside is beautiful! We had no running water or electricity, but we are blessed. People from church volunteer to cook our meals and they are working on it ALL day. We have a squatty potty out back that doesn’t smell too bad. People volunteer to fetch water for us every day, which is a block or two away, and we are able to shower outside while enjoying nature and the beautiful countryside. (By showering I mean making the most of a bucket of water, inside of a few tarps surrounding a few bricks that makes up a “shower room”.)
Well, just a little update on our hectic and random life out here. Praying all is well across the sea. Miss you all and love you bundles. Thank you for the last few supporters! It is the first support I’ve seen come in since the race began! I have about $4000 left to support before I get sent home, so please keep praying the Lord will bring it in 🙂
