After attending the local church on Sunday, we walked to Mr. Lubega’s home. He has invited Karin to stay with his family for another two weeks and is helping arrange a few places where she can teach. Steve, who has appointed himself Karin’s surrogate father, was glad to make an assessment of where she would be staying (he approved).
It is a lovely family home, with the couches that we have been craving (it’s funny what you miss when you are away from home). He has many children (eight of his own plus eight more that he has adopted) so it’s a busy house. They were still doing the dishes from the lavish wedding (they were the caterers) so Anne, Karin and I joined in. Steve, however, went with Mr. Lubega to “do the man-thing” as Karin put it. They surveyed all of his livestock and crops, which were quite impressive, and talked Ugandan politics.
At lunchtime, we sat under a tree to eat. It was very, very warm (we estimated over 40 degrees) and we were all a little sluggish. Not too sluggish to sing, though. The older ladies who were washing dishes asked Karin if we would sing the Masooli Kittetika song for them one more time before we left. Steve and Mr. Lubega were joined by a couple of sons, and Vennie joined Karin, Anne and I for the higher parts. One of the boys grabbed a water jug to add percussion, too. It wasn’t all exactly in tune but it was great fun. Groovin, even.
It is a lovely family home, with the couches that we have been craving (it’s funny what you miss when you are away from home). He has many children (eight of his own plus eight more that he has adopted) so it’s a busy house. They were still doing the dishes from the lavish wedding (they were the caterers) so Anne, Karin and I joined in. Steve, however, went with Mr. Lubega to “do the man-thing” as Karin put it. They surveyed all of his livestock and crops, which were quite impressive, and talked Ugandan politics.
At lunchtime, we sat under a tree to eat. It was very, very warm (we estimated over 40 degrees) and we were all a little sluggish. Not too sluggish to sing, though. The older ladies who were washing dishes asked Karin if we would sing the Masooli Kittetika song for them one more time before we left. Steve and Mr. Lubega were joined by a couple of sons, and Vennie joined Karin, Anne and I for the higher parts. One of the boys grabbed a water jug to add percussion, too. It wasn’t all exactly in tune but it was great fun. Groovin, even.
1 comment:
One last(?) look at the blog and I wasn't disappointed. The night "music" gives a whole new meaning to the sound of silence.
Wish I could be there in person to welcome you home...can hardly wait to see photos and hear more about the amazing journey. Guess I'll need to be patient for a couple of months or are you going to post more blogs with pics?
Thanks for a great account of this adventure.
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