CSI: Mukono continued this week, with visiting askaris coming most mornings around 7:00 to inspect the crime scene. While I appreciate the concern (and the professional curiosity), at 7:00 am I’m still in my jammies and am tying to get ready for the day and it’s been hot so the windows are open, so I’m hoping that we can all move on so I don’t have to keep hiding when I hear voices, which is a bit awkward.
Tuesday we went to Namugongo for a friendly theology football [soccer] match to prepare for the match with the Roman Catholic seminary at Ggaba on the 28th. The students asked me to come, and while I wasn’t terribly excited about it, I went, and was glad. Namugongo beat us well in volleyball, but we won the football game 2-1. I have pictures to post later; bring on Ggaba!
On Thursday, the dean announced that he was happy that I was back after having my flat broken into. Obviously, I had not been at the Sunday evening Eucharist last week, but I had been in chapel from Tuesday on, and I hadn’t said anything to the students. Christopher, one of the students I supervise, rebuked me for not mentioning anything about the break-in at Namugongo. He was somewhat offended; we had [all] spent the afternoon together, and I had neglected to share something important that had happened to me.
In Africa, your joys are my joys, and your heartache is my heartache. In his eyes, I deprived him, and the rest of the students, of walking this road with me. As an American, and an introvert to boot, this really isn’t something that I’m inclined to generally advertise. However, there are no secrets in Africa, so I reckon I need to get with the program on this one.
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