Our last night in Karamoja (Would like to put an em dash here but cannot find the keystroke on the Okken’s PC) I beat Caleb about 34-0 in Connect Four, we had a lovely dinner, and the children watched some freaky video of these scary
Well, it seems that Chloe and Karen have managed to snaggle some internet from others, but as for me, I have been cut off for some days now. The call to Karamoja seems to be a call to contingencies. Those of you who received our
In some ways, church in the States is better than here. At New Life on Sunday, we only have to listen to cell phones going off in the middle of church. Karamoja has both cell phones and goats.
Hokay. We have been experiencing here some small problems with the interwebs and have been otherwise busy. We have either rice or posho for lunch. Everyone is hating posho and loving rice, so it has become popular these days to say that a day is
We were successful in our latest surge into Karamoja. Chloe and I took the unexpected opportunity to ride up with Bob and the drilling rig, giving us unedited access into the life and mind of the OPC’s only diaconal missionary. The drive took a meandering
Here in country. The totality of our luggage managed to arrive with us. Entebbe was having some sort of bug mating season and we crunched millions of little exoskeletons on the tarmac and in the airport entrance. The ride to Mbale was fraught with delay,