Hello, hello. I am starting to pick up some phrases in Luganda, the local language. Olyotya, pronounced o-lee-o-tee-uh (really fast) means how are you? I am feeling more and more like a part of the community every day. I walk the same road from my hostel to the school and every morning I am met with a flurry of handshakes, greetings and smiles. I do not think I have ever met people as friendly as Ugandans. I feel like we are old friends.
The school itself is coming along wonderfully. Construction is nearly complete and the crew is starting to level the property and by next week we should start painting. Most of the fencing is finished and the site is really starting to come together.
I work every day (usually until early afternoon) and spend the rest of the day running errands with Philip or enjoying Kampala. Philip and Tracy and I did sneak away for a movie the other night which was a fantastic time. It was just like going to the movies in Canada. I am getting to know the workers a little better every day and have even begun developing friendships with some of them. We have exchanged contact information and hope to stay in touch. I wish I could bring them all back to Canada with me. I believe they could really thrive. Unfortunately, the world is just not that simple. I have gotten to know one of them in particular that I have found I have a lot in common with him. Vincent is 23 (one year younger than me) and we have talked about everything including politics, marriage, religion, work and education. He was shocked to hear that while I had the opportunity I never went to college or university. Vincent would love to go but simply cannot afford it and insists that if I have the chance I should take it. I have to admit, he seriously has me thinking about it.
From Kampala, Shaun.