2017 Uganda Mission – Day 5

By July 17, 2017 October 18th, 2019 Updates

We started the day with big plans. We went down for breakfast and greeted Joshua Hughes who is one of our advisory board members and just flew in from Washington. As we were drinking coffee, David started to feel weak and was shaky and could not walk. We decided that he should go to the hospital and get him checked out.

We were in the hospital until noon and they concluded that he was dehydrated. So Lana, Robert, and Joshua we went to the school to minister, while I remain behind with David and Philip. Philip and I went over the goals we revised for the year. We will present them at tomorrow’s prayer meeting with some of the other key leaders. We stop some of the previous plans for today to accommodate for David’s illness. It is a beautiful international hospital. We sit in the cafeteria and talk. They sell basically four items: almond cookies, pineapple chips in a paper bag, water and soda, and a large raw turkey is in the cooler for sale. I chuckle.

There were probably half a dozen fully-garbed Muslims in the hallway. They stare at us, the oddities with loud voices, shorts, tennis shoes, t-shirts, and white skin . People here call us “Mazoombas” which means “white person”. Most all of the nurses speak English but also French and Luganda. They are amused at David’s little jokes and playful personality.

We eat lunch at Java restaurant which is very Americanized restaurant. They have everything from California wraps to cheeseburgers and fries. Philip sticks with the traditional meal of rice, goat, greens, and chicken cooked in banana leaves. His passion fruit drink gets a fly in it. He doesn’t like insects, so we get another one. It is an indoor outdoor restaurant with no walls to the back.

Lana is a bit baffled by my attire. She says, “Don’t you want to put on some open-toe shoes?” I’m just wearing tennis shoes for the comfort and ease but here Uganda women dress very formal. You never expose your shoulders or legs and they always wear dresses down to about their ankles or at least below the knee. Every woman even when they’re walking on the road is dressed-up with her purse and shiny shoes. Totally a cultural thing.