Quite a few of you have commented about how nice it is here in Uganda from all the pictures I’ve posted. Way nicer than the grass huts that missionaries take pictures of and bring back to the states to show their church families.
Let me explain a little bit about life here. You will find a very nice looking house with a brick wall and a cast iron gate surrounding it, attended by a guard 24/7. And then as you walk down the street just two steps further you will run into shacks (or boxes as they call them) like this…Then a few more steps away and you’ve got another decent sized home. This hut is actually a Chapati shop (a staple here in Uganda). This is the way that the majority of the little “shops” look like. Some of them even have electricity…at least enough for one light bulb.
The reason my pictures have been so pretty and nice are because we are staying at a guest house. It is basically a hotel, kept up for tourists, missionaries and visitors to stay at while they come into town. We are still out of electricity at least once a day, if not for a whole afternoon and/or evening, and internet is very unpredictable (which is why I post as many posts as I can. I have no idea when we’ll get internet back again:) The shower doesn’t work in our room and hot water is scarce, but it has become home and you learn to live with it, especially when you see the way many of the other people live. VERY humbling!
I don’t think you would choose to live in one of these shacks, like a huge percentage of the Ugandan population does, while you are here in Uganda either, ha! We also aren’t very likely to find a sanitary swimming pool just anywhere. All the ones we have seen and visited (and taken pictures of) are in similar guest houses or hotels as the one we are staying at.
See, most of the missionaries that come, including the teams we have been a part of, drive anywhere between 45 minutes to even 7 or 8 hours to go out into the bush into villages where there aren’t bathrooms and there is absolutely no electricity.
I do remember, though, going to one such village and walking for over a mile to visit a family. You could see the border of Kenya by the time we arrived at our destination and there was a clear line of beautiful houses at the border…and that is where the power lines picked back up. It is the most bizarre thing, really.
Back to our Chapati shack…
We live on a corner off of Wilson Avenue in the guest house and this shack is actually just across the street on the other corner. And this Chapati shack is owned by a man named Ozma.
Meet Ozma. He was a little camera shy:)
We’ve been buying his Chapati for almost 7 weeks now. He speaks very little, to no English, but is such a sweet man. His shack got broken into one night toward the beginning of our stay and his hot kettle thing that he cooks his Chapati on got stolen, so we bought him another one. We worked out a deal where we just go get Chapati any time we need it and he’s just keeping a tally, although I doubt we could ever eat that much Chapati! I take that back, Cai and Shabby ask for “Chapat” on a daily basis, so we may be getting kind of close to our limit:)
So, just to give some perspective about real life here in Uganda, it isn’t all just beautiful banana trees and crystal blue water, but it is a beautiful country with some of the most friendly people I’ve ever met!