Did you miss me?

So my May and June were not the best times here in Uganda. Now, let me tell you that surviving without power, that is doable, but when forced to listen to VERY loud music coming from about 10 feet away for a good chunk of every day being from around noon until 2AM, that isn't as survivable.
I figured I would try to tolerate it because all my neighbors seemed to be able to. But I would hear Maama Gertrude tell me every so often that she had a sleepless night the night before. What was I to do. I wasn't sure I could be of any help if the people in the community couldn't do something themselves.
But after a trip to Kampala for the weekend, I noticed my ear felt not quite right. I thought, oh great, an ear infection. But upon a check-up, there was nothing wrong with my ear inside. The doctor figured it was the auditory nerve. Because even if there was nothing in my ear, it definitely felt like I have a wad of cotton in there.
So after a few talks with the town clerk and a letter to local officials (which may have been a bad idea to some people) the noise has been reduced and rarely goes past midnight. And the power is back so I can have some moment of sanity getting to listen to music that varies slightly from the soundtrack of 12 songs my neighbor plays.

Enough of my blabbing, here's some pictures I have managed to upload today.


This is the All Saints Church of Uganda I attend regularly. I have even started doing children's church during the service. This past Friday, the Bishop from Mukono came for the confirmation ceremony. My group performed 6 songs in English that we had worked on for a few months. The girl you see in the foreground there is one of the children who attend regularly too and help me out with some translations too.
This is the inside of the church. One this particular Sunday we were having baptisms and the Archbishop was visiting for that occasion.

So, hope to communicate again very soon.

Until Next Time...