Entebbe to Kyenjojo
Today we made the long trip from Entebbe (which locals pronounce very much like “intubate”) to Kyenjojo, a trek of about 5.5 hours. My day began at 4 a.m. only because I could not sleep. I went downstairs and struck up a conversation with the security guards, Pacras and Anock. They told me many things about Entebbe and the districts from which they come, but mostly they wanted to know about the U.S. (“America” as they call it). Where was my home? How big was my state? How does one go about coming to seek a job? Will Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton win the election?
After some time, I felt like I might get a bit of sleep, so returned to my room, and woke again just as the sun was rising. I was surprised to find that I was the only one at the breakfast table. I don’t remember jet lag being this bad before. Is it because I am older? Because my memory is faulty? Because this trip was a bit more grueling than in the past?
I’ve also noted some other minor health issues. I can tell that the medicines are having a cumulative effect on my body. I am a bit jittery. And I have begun to have “vivid dreams.” They aren’t necessarily bad dreams, just unusual, somewhat nonsensical and even a bit psychedelic. I’ve heard of others having these, but this is my first experience. Far out!
What is new to me: A delicious fried green served at breakfast. The cook told me it was spinach, but Alissa says it is really “dodo.”
What is old: Planning to leave at 11 a.m. and waiting until noon for the transport.
When we did head out, I saw all the usual sights. One village after another, each one begging the question “why?” And it seems that there are people everywhere, each manning a shop of some sort, but no one visiting someone else’s shop. I’m sure commerc takes place, but to an American, it seems like much ado about nothing.
I made a note to myself last time I was here to record some of the business names, so different from our business names: “Amazing Bar;” “Amicus,” “Shalom Videoz;” and (my favorite due to its directness) “Pork Joint.”
It rained again today. It is unusual for the rainy season to extend this far into the year. Usually by June, Uganda is expecting dry, hot weather, and there is some small degree of confusion about the cause of this new weather pattern. The more educated think it has something to do with climate change. The less educated think it is a plot by the government.
When we arrived, we were greeted by many old friends: Pastor Victor, Godfrey and Sam from God’s Care Ministries and also Margaret from the Royal Tooro Cottages Hotel. It is simply impossible to believe that it has been three years. We picked up right where we left off. What a blessing, the communion of saints.
At Supper, we learned to say (well, tried to say) Sam’s full name: Bananga Byiange Kiwe (pronounced “chewy”) Omatomato Kise (pronounced “chi say”) Incota. After several attempts, he said, “Perfect.” That’s his kindness, not our accuracy, speaking.