Yesturday I traveled back from Kampala on the bus again. It was a fairly good ride. The journey was stalled when our conductor was arrested... apparently the bus had traveled from Soroti to Kampala early in the morning, and the police had then instructed the bus to remain in Kampala for service, but it decided to refill with passages and turn around. So they arrested the conductor until a fine is paid and the bus is serviced. Thankfully it didn't break down on our trip.
I sat beside a wonderful man who came from the Congo. He was really sweet, and when we understood eachother, he had amazing stories to tell. He mainly spoke French and Sarah and I are both very weak in our French language skills. This man is a refugee to Uganda. Eight months ago he was stabbed in Kampala... not all Congolese people are welcomed here by the general public. He showed my pictures of the stabbing, right after it happened. So cruel... a puncture to the skull. This man has found a job though, and with the strength of God is continuing on. You should have seen the excitement on his face when my ipod carried music in his local language. :) He listened to my music for almost 5 hours.
It is good to be back in Soroti. Today I went to the field to visit with the local chairperson of Obalanga, to check up on the mass grave project. It was sad to see it overgrown with weeds and bushes, but the chairman still dreams of grass and flowers soon. We'll see.
Well, I need to bike home before dark settles in. Ciao
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