For the past couple of weeks, everyday has had some sort of house hunting included in it. If you have ever had this opportunity, it can be fun and depressing. Not to mention it can also be frustrating, hopeless, and when it is all done, exciting. (I can’t wait for that!)
I really want to settle on a house. However, settling requires compromise. Compromise requires acceptance of the status quo. And that is really hard lately, for some reason. Early in the process, we wanted to have our options left open, believing that we could find a couple we liked and make a choice. As this week started, we had really narrowed down our houses we liked. We had a plan… check out one last house, if it was no good, move on another. So how did that work for us? Well, that is a fun story…
Lets first say that our first two selections that we liked were picked off the market just as we made our choice. That was a bit sad! So this week, we had a realization that given the correct terms, we could improve our prospects. So a house that was previously unavailable to us became available. So when that was realized, we said that we would move on that house. So the next day, I asked the broker to setup an arrangement to meet with the landlord. Then he tells me that that too was taken. The next day, we were taken to a lovely home. One where the landlord already knew our budget and invited us for a viewing. We were quite excited, because the house was perfect for us. Then negotiations ensued and greed got the best of the landlord, taking that option off the table for us. So we are at square one… again.
This whole process is confusing and frustrating. But I have to say, without friends here who have helped us cope with the situation, it would be unbearable! We really need prayers to find a new place, and quick!
On a really positive note, the kids are all doing great! We had a bout with some fun tropical parasites that wiped them out pretty good. But thankfully, by God’s grace they were healed and are crazy as ever! If anything, they have gotten a little more energy. There is no more dragging the kids out of bed in the morning to prepare for school. They are up, at it, and ready to go. That is really nice!
This coming week marks the 50th anniversary of Ugandan’s independence. Yay Uganda! I am really looking forward to the Jubilee party and celebrating such a momentous occasion in another country. It is completely foreign to me, literally and figuratively. It was funny… the other day the newspaper had an article of the president here, Museveni, who quoted that Uganda will soon be a first world country. His claim was that by 2030 Uganda will be equal to Europe and USA. That made me chuckle. The next page of the paper had a letter from some college professor that stated that Ugandans are looting their own country (referring to corruption). Yet Museveni did not even mention corruption as an issue for the country. Needless to say, one, the paper is quite entertaining to read. Two, there are different perspectives everywhere we go.
I am happy to say that the last update I got, the block making machine will hit the coast of Kenya in ten days! We expect it to get to Uganda a week or so later. So we should have the machine in our hands, not literally as it is 2400 pounds, by the end of the month! I am sooo stoked! The prospect of this machine has expanded our ministry so much. Actually having it can only do so much more! So now, pray that we are able to utilize it as best possible and that there are no customs issues as it hits land!
And now… a funny story that you would only experience in Africa.
So this last trip to the village had us finishing the fencing project for the massive school build that is next. In doing so, we had to clear the perimeter of the land so that the fence did not have obstruction as we stretched it. Well in Uganda, especially in the village, properties boundaries are marked with a special type of tree. It just so happens that when you cut this tree, it saps a very runny white glue type substance. Speaking from experience, it is horrible cleaning it out of any sort of hair. Well according to the locals, it is even worse, meaning actually harmful, if it is ingested or when it makes contact with bodily fluids, namely mouths or eyes. Well one of the workers, Cyrus, was working very hard. And it just so happened that he got some of that stuff in his eye.
So first of all, Ugandan men are just like any other men… they cannot show pain or fear. Well Cyrus was trying his best at that. From what I could tell, this situation was pretty bad. The tears running down his face seemed uncontrolled, which only suggested that there was pain. (typically a good indicator) The fear was noticeable when he explained the extent of which he would go to ‘cure’ the issue. So apparently, the village cure for this situation is to put breast milk in you eye. Yes, I said breast milk. So Cyrus ran off and sought after treatment. Upon his return, he was remedied of the pain and uncontrolled tears. His detail of the cure was entertaining… in that he had to get the freshest breast milk available. So he found the nearest nursing mother and requested that she assist. He then laid down and had her apply the antidote directly to his eye. Enough said… no visual needed there!
I had to promise Lizzy that I would not fake this problem!
As an update, the fence is complete! It is remarkable! Now we are in the process of digging the 4600 square foot foundation for the primary school. My hope is to start on pouring the foundation at the end of the month! Pray for perseverance and wisdom!
Chad Neeley
Volunteer Construction Coordinator – WWCS USA/Uganda
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