Sunday Adventure

Starting Saturday I had felt feverish followed by a headache so I went to bed early. Sunday morning I woke up to get ready for a trip to Kampala with my parents. Kampala is the capital of Uganda for those of you who do not know. I felt better than when I went to sleep, but that all changed in the afternoon. We took a taxi to Kampala. The taxis here consist of bota botas (motercycles), vans, or busses. We took a van. The vans drive up and down main roads honking there horns all day attempting to pack out their vans beyond what it can hold. This happened to the van I was in. People are picked up and dropped off along the way as one worker drives and another sits as a passenger to flag people in, open the door, and collect the money. It took roughly a half hour to arrive in Kampala where we arrived at a taxi center and hopped on another taxi to take us to our destination. The plan was to go visit close friends of my parents. He was a reverend. A reverend at a church located on Kampala’s hospital property. The hospital in Kampala is the largest in the country and handles all major cases. I do believe that the hospital was not up to Americas standards back home, just be judging from the eye. We snuck into the service and sat in the back because it had already started. As usual I attract many looks by my skin, but not five minutes later two other whites came in that helped steal some of the attention I would attract by myself, however my parents and stood up in the front as my father spoke of how he helped the church. This I had no idea of and certainly did not feel as though I should stand with them up at the front, but they said that I go with them. I became more comfortable when my father Godfrey claimed me as his second to last-born son, which the crowd enjoyed. Afterwards we went to the reverends house for lunch where I ate little because my stomach started to turn accompanied by another headache and feeling feverish once again. Even though I was not feeling well I felt comfort by the hospitality of the family we ate lunch with as we prayed and sang a hymn together. Nothing like community! After we left my mother went home, but my father and I remained in town to purchase supplies for his Taylor shop. It was very very busy place. Super markets everywhere, people yelling, selling, and trading goods. With the intense crowds, heat, and wide variety of smell I began to feel worse and was anxious to arrive home. Finally we made our way back home and I immediately used the toilet…perhaps 6 times before I finally went to bed…To change the mood my family gave me a clan name… my name is Lubanga. Impedi is my class. There are 52 clans in the Buganda region. Buganda is a region with in Uganda.