Here in Africa

This is the second morning I have woke up in Africa.  Since this whole trip is because of these two little children, I must start there. They speak a language I do not not understand, but speak it to me as if I must. With earnest and determination they look into my eyes and explain the secretes of there hearts. Or perhaps they are just talking about the fruit tree outside our window. I could not tell you which. I have learned some universal truths. Children love to play and playing in momma's and daddy's bed is infinitely better than other places. Second, all children love to be spun around past the point of my endurance.  And all children, like adults, have issues sharing.

One thing I have learned breaks my heart. Most children when they have a boo boo run to the arms of momma or daddy to make it better. These children when hurt have had no one to run to. Instead they hide their face and cry. How long will it take before they understand momma and daddy can make it better?

Africa is beautiful in its own way. There is no ocean but there are palm trees. Even the cows seem exotic with their long horns pointing to the sky. The size would rival any Texas long horn, but the directionality makes them seem much more fierce.

Kampala... Now there is an experience! Boda Bodas are every where. Boba Bodas are motorcycles equipped with an extra long seat to accommodate more passengers. Because more passengers on a motorcycle is always a good idea. They are Kampa taxis. The Bodas have one traffic law they follow, there are no traffic laws!  They weave in and out of traffic like ants at a Sunday picnic.  Many suffer the same fait of the ant, l
smushed!  If the Bodas have no rules, then cars have one, honk your horn before you pull in front of some one. Not that the horn does any good but they seem to like ll. Cars pull out in front of on coming cars more often than Starbucks pour a cup of coffee. A turn lane becomes a four wide NASCAR event to see who can make it to the inside rail the fastest. You have heard where there is a will there is a way.  In Kampala it is where there is an inch, a car will fit. I prayed to receive Jesus as my savior four times yesterday, and that was just on the way to breakfast.

Jennifer is getting all the attention. Time to play!