Dinner with Denis
The conference ended early afternoon today. I was pleased with the way that it went and I made many new friends. A number of them told me to “greet your church for me.”
We headed for Kampala mid-afternoon. I was traveling in a pick-up truck with the driver, Vincent, and two other WVU staff. We put our bags in the back. Since there wasn't a cover for the back, the driver said he hoped that it didn't rain. I was thinking the same thing because it has been raining a good deal this past week. It didn't look like rain in Mukono so I was encouraged. As we headed to Kampala, the sky looked increasingly dark as we approached the outskirts, really, really dark. I was holding my breath as we inched our way forward. (It was only about 14 miles but it took us about an hour and a quarter to drive it--traffic is awful.) About 15 minutes away it began to drizzle. Fortuntely we arrived at the hotel in the drizzle and not rain. I arrived in my room and it started to pour and it poured for nearly an hour. I was so thankful that I wasn't in the pik-up when that happened--my bags would have been drenched and it would have been a mess. Denis Kirabo, the Ugandan muscian who shared his gifts with the church that I mentioned in my last post, met me at the hotel around 6:30 p.m. We walked to a small restaurant near the National Theatre and had dinner together. What a delightful person he is. He is living with his mother right now, hasn't been able to find a job yet, but is teaching music to children. He has a brother who is going to school in Oklahoma City, and he has applied to the same school, Central Oklahoma University. He was accepted at Berklee School of Music but wasn't awarded a scholarship and therefore couldn't afford to attend. Tuition is much cheaper in Oklahoma so he is hoping to be able to attend there. I hope he is accepted.
