Cadbury Knows Hot To Make Em
This is painted on a building in Mbale, Uganda...mmm
This is painted on a building in Mbale, Uganda...mmm
Quickest Route to America:California Bus Stop
Just about 15 miles or so south of my site in Kaliro this signpost stands. On our way to bring Lisa to Kampala as she was preparing to go, Ahumuza Emmanuel, myself and Lisa decided that we would just try to board a bus here...unfortunately one never came!
Just about 15 miles or so south of my site in Kaliro this signpost stands. On our way to bring Lisa to Kampala as she was preparing to go, Ahumuza Emmanuel, myself and Lisa decided that we would just try to board a bus here...unfortunately one never came!
Digging...
Signpost for NTC, Kaliro
This signpost is just a couple hundred meters from the college in a small trading center called Natwana. We are approximately 5 kilometers from Kaliro town.
This signpost is just a couple hundred meters from the college in a small trading center called Natwana. We are approximately 5 kilometers from Kaliro town.
Last Touches on the Stools
My colleague Mabonga Deogratius and one of his assistants are rushing to finish the 100 new stools that we have been making for the science laboratories. Up to this point most students will simply sit up on the tables in a very uncomfortable disorderly fashion...things are looking up!
My colleague Mabonga Deogratius and one of his assistants are rushing to finish the 100 new stools that we have been making for the science laboratories. Up to this point most students will simply sit up on the tables in a very uncomfortable disorderly fashion...things are looking up!
Preaching to the Choir
I'm just giving a little talk here to the congregation at the St. Andrew the Apostle Church on the NTC, Kaliro campus, explaining to the congregation about the funds that were fundraised and donated by St. Joseph's Catholic School in Vancouver, Washington.
I'm just giving a little talk here to the congregation at the St. Andrew the Apostle Church on the NTC, Kaliro campus, explaining to the congregation about the funds that were fundraised and donated by St. Joseph's Catholic School in Vancouver, Washington.
Church Construction
From the funds donated much of the proceeds are going towards the completion of the roof for the church. The section that they are finishing in this picture will contain a couple of offices, a sacristy, small chapel and a toilet...we all need to go sometime!
From the funds donated much of the proceeds are going towards the completion of the roof for the church. The section that they are finishing in this picture will contain a couple of offices, a sacristy, small chapel and a toilet...we all need to go sometime!
AVOCADO SEASON!!!
Unfortunately, just like with the mangoes, children will come and assume that since something is growing on the tree, it must be readily available to pick and consume...therefore many avocados go rotten just laying on the ground. Nonetheless by the time I have spent an entire week eating a few of these a day I am finished for another 6 months...
Unfortunately, just like with the mangoes, children will come and assume that since something is growing on the tree, it must be readily available to pick and consume...therefore many avocados go rotten just laying on the ground. Nonetheless by the time I have spent an entire week eating a few of these a day I am finished for another 6 months...
Happy May Day—or a few days after May Day—to everyone! Let me be brief, supply you with a few photos to gander over and to wish you all the best as the month of May brings you to hopefully enlightening summer months!
Soon enough—4 weeks from today—I will be stepping on to a plane at Entebbe International Airport to start my adventure back to the US. 2 years are over…2 years, how can that be? So much has happened; so much has changed—whether I can see it or not—and yet there is so much hope for more…more. Anyway I’ve spent the majority of today writing a Two Year in Review Report for my college and my eyes and brain are lacking any sort of energy to exhibit something worth while on here for you all to read, so I will just leave you with a few pictures and another poem. Enjoy and I hope to see most of you all very soon!
Don’t worry, I know that my posts have been lacking any information on what the heck goes on in these parts; I’ll get something out to you this week I am sure of that. I will give you a project update at the end of this week after some very important meetings…
Soon enough—4 weeks from today—I will be stepping on to a plane at Entebbe International Airport to start my adventure back to the US. 2 years are over…2 years, how can that be? So much has happened; so much has changed—whether I can see it or not—and yet there is so much hope for more…more. Anyway I’ve spent the majority of today writing a Two Year in Review Report for my college and my eyes and brain are lacking any sort of energy to exhibit something worth while on here for you all to read, so I will just leave you with a few pictures and another poem. Enjoy and I hope to see most of you all very soon!
Don’t worry, I know that my posts have been lacking any information on what the heck goes on in these parts; I’ll get something out to you this week I am sure of that. I will give you a project update at the end of this week after some very important meetings…
Where the Power Lines End
He could sing a discourse on the
Rules that we all live by
But out of nothing came the storm
That would cause it all to crash down
The sense that was made became
A call of change to only be seen
Where the power lines end
Now all the rules have changed
Matters no more which way
The winds are blowing but rather
If they are blowing at all
Still he’s quickly reaching that point
Only to see that this is the place
Where the power lines end
Where the power lines always end
He’s flying fast
He’s looking back
Those eyes below
Grab him and pull
Him back to earth
Without even asking
Where he wants to be
He’s slowing down
He’s shut his eyes
Here’s where the world begins
Here used to lay those who came
Before he even came to be
Those who shook the earth with
Their mighty fists and caused
A quake so severe that confused
Every soul to flood back in to
Where the sea meets the sky
There never were any rules
But as he created them
The leaves began to brown
And fall to the fading ground
Sinking faster, swimming faster
Fading sights are abound with
Where he wants to be
His pace quickening
His heart open
This is where the world begins
He could sing a discourse on the
Rules that we all live by
But out of nothing came the storm
That would cause it all to crash down
The sense that was made became
A call of change to only be seen
Where the power lines end
Now all the rules have changed
Matters no more which way
The winds are blowing but rather
If they are blowing at all
Still he’s quickly reaching that point
Only to see that this is the place
Where the power lines end
Where the power lines always end
He’s flying fast
He’s looking back
Those eyes below
Grab him and pull
Him back to earth
Without even asking
Where he wants to be
He’s slowing down
He’s shut his eyes
Here’s where the world begins
Here used to lay those who came
Before he even came to be
Those who shook the earth with
Their mighty fists and caused
A quake so severe that confused
Every soul to flood back in to
Where the sea meets the sky
There never were any rules
But as he created them
The leaves began to brown
And fall to the fading ground
Sinking faster, swimming faster
Fading sights are abound with
Where he wants to be
His pace quickening
His heart open
This is where the world begins
2 comments:
I am soo homesick right now!
testes, good to the last chocolaty drop!
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