Monday, March 26, 2012

the sun just keeps shining

there have been many good things happening around here lately...if only i had electricity to post everyday!

Last Monday my boys got uniforms! Seeing them for the first time with their bright purple and white checkered shirts made me overflow with emotions. They all look so grown-up and just plain beautiful!

I rode a donkey bare-back.

i was able to celebrate Favour's 40th birthday and Immy's 34th birthday with them. These women understand how to love your neighbor as yourself and it is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

I also want to thank all of you who have been praying for my friend Amy, a mother of three. She has returned home safely to our village! Thank our Jesus for that!

Monday, March 12, 2012

picture of the day: March 12

1st world problems in a 3rd world country....
                                                I have to butcher my own meat.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Mr. Cow

Today was a day of firsts.

I paraded through villages...

 ...and towns with cow in tow.


I soon became close with Mr. Cow, who later we found out was a misses.


I thought how FFA would have been somehow fun.

I bartered at Wakiso Central Market and bought 41591561 Irish potatoes.

I closed out the long day by participating in the brutal slaughtering of my well-trained, dear friend.

 I went in on a spur of the moment feast for the kids here in the village. I wish I filmed the kids as they saw us parade the cow into the village, knowing that they would be eating MEAT! That has been THE ONLY conversation for the rest of the day. It makes sense seeing as how their two main meals a day are posho and beans (posho: ground corn flour). I have paid for the cow and feast out of pocket (from my March budget) for a grand total of 150,000 Ugandan schillings (65 US dollars). If you are reading and would like to “feed” the Bulabakulu Village a fresh beef dinner, just click on the yellow donate button on the right side of this page and denote that the donation is for Mr. Cow.

After today I really feel for Chick-Fil-A’s campaigning cows. Eat mor chikin people! …for real, the slaughter is much more manageable.