It's been four days since I've blogged. On Thursday, I was very tired from a cough and cold that kept me up most of the night. When Joseph told us we would have two shows that afternoon, I began praying that they wouldn't happen; I didn't think I had it in me. While this sounds bad, the fact is that merely being told there were two shows scheduled that day did not in any way MEAN there were two shows scheduled. I really don't understand the Ugandan understanding of time and scheduling. In the end we didn't do either show that day, and the next morning, thankfully feeling better, we finally had only one of the shows that were "scheduled" for the day before. I remember both on the Crow reservation and in parts of Latin America, the idea of being on time was very unimportant, almost meaningless, but I've never seen anything like how it is here.

Anyway, I was feeling better Friday, and that's when we had a show. It was at a public school, but they welcomed the Gospel presentation. A significant number of the students were Muslims, as apparent by their dress, and they enjoyed the show as much as everybody. I don't begin to understand how or why we were allowed to do this and everyone (including, by the way, at least one Muslim teacher) was fine with it. Had we been in the states, any number of groups: Muslim, atheist, etc. would be filing lawsuits and it would be all over the Yahoo newsfeed. Which way is better? I don't know, but we had this opportunity, and we took it. Afterwards, a girl of about eleven shyly came up to Rose and asked for her phone number! Then many of the older students followed her lead, and it was photo time with the students. It was a lot of fun.

Then on Saturday we went to Masaka, a city to the south. Agape has 15 kids at a boarding school here. On the way, we crossed the equator and stopped for a quick photo. The terrain became more rural and jungle-like as we continued. We met the Agape kids, many of whom remember our oldest daughter, Jona-Lynn, when she was here in 2013. This school was so different than any other that we visited so far. It is a school of 3000 kids, most of whom live there, and it is very modern. It was parents day, and we were met at the gate by armed police officers. They searched Sue's purse, and since no food is allowed to be brought to the kids, our snacks were confiscated. Also, due to the size and set up of the school-many courtyards spread out over a large campus- we didn't even consider doing our show. But we did have an authentic African meal of rice, matokay, chapots, chicken and goat. We even ate it the traditional way: no silverware. On the way back, we stopped briefly at a two room cement house in the jungle to visit our hosts'-Joseph and David-mother. She welcomed us into her small living room and served us bananas and watermelon.

Finally, today we went to church with our American friends next door, ate at Kampalas only KFC, and shopped for. Some groceries. It was definitely our most Americanized day since arriving here.