Kampala is just not my favorite place in the world.....

Monday, November 9, 2009

One hour and two minutes until this day is over! Not that it was a bad day but it was trying.

First, my sleep was interrupted by dreams, noises, prayers and screaming, not at all the same time, about every two hours. That caused me some serious issues…
Which leads to second, driving from Gulu to Gayaza today. I hit a huge speed hump…and I mean huge and it made life interesting. My back hurt for the rest of the day – just tense. Messed some other people up, too. We bought two live chickens off the side of the road to give to Sophie, the national treasurer, as a gift. Chickens just chill out and are quiet…just in case you ever need to transport live chickens in your car and you were wondering if they are well behaved creatures. Oh, and their poop is like popcorn packaging...but black and white. Then the battery died not once but twice….first in a village off the highway where some nice gentlemen helped us out and the second time we were near Kampala in the city Lakwanda. They just look at white people and don’t care. One guy even scratched our car while we were stuck on the side of the road with his and said who cares we are muzungos so what’s the difference. Mary gave it to him. Of course he said this all in Lugandan but I knew what he was saying. He then just said sorry and left. If it had been me hitting his car leaving a scratch he would have had a fit and made me pay big time. It really irritated me how badly people down here view white people. I had enough of driving so Simon took over from the city to Gayaza….which made me sooooooooo happy. I think I said thank you like 546 times. It was all crazy bumpy roads, to which I was grateful to not be driving. After eight and a half hours (which should have been six) we finally arrived at headquarters. PRAISE GOD!

And just imagine what would have happened had we not been covered in prayer…let’s say it together: PRAISE GOD!

Get this: after the speed hump and being in pain, I realized I choose to move and live in Africa. And I am. I heard the call and made the choice to act upon that. Huh. Then, as we were waiting the second time in the Kampala area and realizing how much I didn’t like it there…I felt myself thinking, I just want to go home! And I meant Gulu automatically….