-its been crazy around campus lately due to guild elections (student government elections). campaigning is done much differently here than in america - as apparent by african politics in general. its a crazy time.
-i helped do some campaigning for my friend tonny. he is running for member of parliament representing the law faculty. so i made some posters for him featuring him amidst a group of us americans bearing two thumbs up in his direction. then i wrote, "law abiding americans for law abiding tonny."
-i drove a van on the wrong side of the car and on the wrong side of the road.
-went with tonny to do some grass roots campaigning in the hostels. students here expect to be bribed and think that is normal and how politics are to be done. people said they would pledge their votes if tonny would return with booze and sweets. but they were serious.
-last week was also hiv/aids emphasis for the usp. we heard a seminar and traveled to jinja to an hiv/aids outreach program there. so sad, but wonderful opportunity for the hope of Christ to overcome.
-in the spirit of elections, some friends made posters for me as if i could run for USP president. they posted these up by way of post-it notes. i guess i won by no contest.
-i walked home with a fourteen-year-old boarding school student who guessed my age to be 40. how disappointing.
-we had a great worship time last week in which i helped by way of slapping and slamming my hands against a drum. it sounded much better than this description might suggest.
-last week i had dinner with american missionaries, shauen and krista trump. we had lasagna and green beans and garlic bread and ice cream and brownies = terrible for most of my insides, but excellent for my tongue!
-yesterday was women's day. the guys and i celebrated by going to kampala and eating hamburgers. also terrible for my insides. but it was delicious. then i had dinner with a former missionary to somalia in the 1950s-60s that was super rad and reminded me so much of my grandpa. i wanted to hug him, but this was just our first dinner. his name was karl wesselhoft. he was born in germany.
-he said, "you brought christianity like a potted plant. we must break the pot and plant it in our native soil." wise grandpa man!
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i dont think you look forty by any means. you are still a young fit chap. and i think you're the handsomest. maybe they thought it was your mustache. either way- you are mine and im yours.
ReplyDeleteand karl does sound like a pretty cool and smart guy. good you got to meet him.
hope you enjoyed your women's day. there is no such thing here but i wish there was.
57 days.