It has been pouring continuously all morning, which has
forced me to have a quiet morning – for which I am very thankful. It also gives me some time to update you
lovely people. Hope you are all
well. Going to type fast, as power is
off and I don’t want my laptop to die on me!
Last Thursday a precious little bundle, nicknamed ‘Baby
Purpose’ came to visit us at RUHU. This
little baby boy had been abandoned in the slums and a certain lady, Aunty Emmy,
had taken him in, but was looking to RUHU for assistance and support. Uncle Patrick was out of the country last
week and being merely a volunteer I am not in a position to make important
decisions. I tried to determine whether
this lady wanted us to take the baby from her and care for him or whether she
wanted to remain with the baby, but with the support of RUHU. I was able to recommend a certain babies home
where I have previously volunteered, but she was keen to remain with the
baby. I admire this, because this lady
has very little in order to support Baby Purpose, but her hearts seems to be
big and open! I was able to help meet
their immediate needs by providing nappies and formula milk but let’s pray for
this little baby’s future and the years that lie ahead. I love how Aunty Emmy has named him ‘Purpose’
– God has a purpose and a plan for this little baby, despite his awful start in
life.
My Aunt and Uncle’s sponsor girl, Brendah, finished her S4
exams last Friday. She is sponsored through a different organisation, but I
always make time to see her and enjoy our time together – she is a sweet
girl. To celebrate this massive
achievement of finishing S4 I took her out for dinner and she thoroughly
enjoyed her chicken and chips, milkshake and cake! It was an added bonus because she was able to
speak to my aunty, her sponsor, courtesy of Cafe Javas’ wifi. I don’t know who was more excited, my aunty
or Brendah – possibly my Aunty Avril!
Technology can be such a blessing.
Please continue to pray for Dennis, in the slums. I sat with him, squatting in the dust,
sheltering from the sunshine for a long time on Tuesday afternoon...just
chatting. I am so thankful for one of
our P7 Boys, David, who escorted me and doubled up as my translator and body
guard. We talked for a long time with
Dennis about the opportunities that Retrack have provided – sadly he hasn’t
returned to their centre since we went together last week. He seems really scared. He doesn’t know if he can trust these people. Obviously in the past he has had his trust
abused and therefore he finds it hard to trust people. I empathised with him and said it is
incredibly hard to know who you can trust – I have certainly been disappointed
time and time again during this trip, when it comes to trust. Please pray for Dennis. He seems to want change in his life, but is
scared...
On Wednesday I had the opportunity to visit the slums and
see the work of a different organisation amongst the children. This was very refreshing and encouraging.
Yesterday I experienced my first ever American Thanksgiving meal,
here in Uganda. My lovely American
friend, Becca invited me to her home and we shared a lovely time together. I am so thankful for her.
In other news...I managed to change a light bulb this week
for the first time ever in my life. It
was not an easy task, as the ceiling is very high. Picture the scene...I am balanced on a broken
chair, whilst Lillian, the girl I stay with, holds the chair secure...it is
dark, so I am depending on my head torch...I am so rubbish when it comes to
heights that I start to feel dizzy...takes me forever to remove the old light
bulb...the light bulbs here seem to be a different shape and structure...I
eventually insert the new light bulb and think it is secure so I let go...it’s
not...it falls to the ground and smashes...I jump off my chair covering my
head..off I go back to the corner shop to purchase a new light bulb...whilst I
am waiting in line a small boy comes running back to the shop keeper and says, ‘I
dropped my spaghetti!’ She instructs him to go and collect his dust covered
spaghetti from the middle of the road and bring it back. She dusts it down and puts it in a new bag
and sends him off...then I start my game of charades to demonstrate that I need
a new light bulb...there is much hilarity...I decide that if I don’t manage the
second time I will call a randomer to assist us...but we managed...praise the
Lord! Who thought changing a light bulb
could be such a saga!
There is never a dull moment!
Thanks as always for your love, support and prayers xxx
