Monday morning, a few of us took motorcycle taxis "Bodas" (which entails riding on the seat behind the driver of a motorcycle) to a village called Seya. I have seen some beautiful landscapes in my life, but I have never seen anything like the hillsides and back country on the way to Seya.
This is where Pastor Josiah lives. It is not only his house but is also an orphanage.
Little orphan kids peaking around the corner at the funny looking bald guy taking pictures
We later went to the Seya school to hold a meeting with community members and school staff about building a new school for the kids in Seya (many of them are orphans) Right now they just have this veranda-like structure with a tin roof. In Uganda, in order to get government funding for a school, you have to have a permanent structure and this doesn't qualify so they do not get assistance from the government.
Random pictures of me trying to talk with the kids. Most kids don't know English aside from a few phrases they memorize in school. But it's fun to practice the Luganda language that I'm attempting to learn.
Lane to the child--in English: "What's your name little dude"
Child to his friends--in Luganda: "Wow, I didn't know funny looking ogres came in the tall bald and white variety.
After a while, children started to gather. They like singing songs and clapping along to them so we sang a bit and then had them sing for us. I'll try to upload that if I can.
Here you can see the current Seya School. Just some logs, a tin roof and chalk boards.
"Say Cheese"
here's the lyrics in case you can't hear.
"Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus, I love you, I love you. You are my Savior, you are my Savior. Every day. Every day."
Trying to learn the local language. Children are a big help.
So much for personal space
Kids playing soccer at Seya school
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