|"Don't take picture! I have you arrested!"|
"Lorry will hit you!"
"Lorry is very dangerous!"
What was Lorry's problem!? Why was she so mean? Why would she hit people? Is she really that big? How will I know who Lorry is, and what should I do to avoid her?
Finally, after a few weeks of worries and wonders, I finally found out who Lorry is.
Lorry means big truck...
It made my day.
(Side story, sometimes people do not like their pictures taken. The man pointing here started yelling at me saying "I will have you arrested!" When I asked the brother what he meant, the brother said not to worry about it, that some of the Ugandans just act that way. So I'll keep taking pictures, haha)
I saw an ant trip.
It made my day.
When I finished my first reply in Japanese, she laughed and said "Yes!". Since coming to Africa, I've learned to be much more "watever" about things that happen. Just go with it.
So, I continued in Japanese. She laughed again and patted me on the shoulder. She was getting something from what I was saying. I started laughing and going along with it, and she kept laughing and adding to our now wonderful conversation. Then she started to make gestures like she was writing. So I asked her if she meant that she wanted me to write her a book. (total guess) "yes yes!" she replied. "With a banana cover?" I asked. "Yes!" She happily said. As she continued with the description of her book she wanted, I played along in Japanese. Finally it culminated to her complete pleasure and satisfaction with the conversation, waving goodbye to me, and walking away with a smile from ear to ear.
I had a conversation with a crazy lady that included 3 languages and that neither of us knew what was said. It made my day.
"Nanyate?" (What in the world, Japanese)
"..." It was time to check this out.
I grabbed the keys, put on some motivational bravery music, then turned it off because I couldn't hear what the noi--Merrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaawr-
There it was again. I better hurry. I put on my shoes and clicked on the light for outside. As I walked out of the front door, I felt suddenly exposed. It was too late now, though. I was committed and the noise could not be ignored. Building what courage I had left, I set out.
I headed out. Looking for a weapon, all I saw was a grass cutter. (a long blade bent at the tip) I decided to trust Jehovah more than the grass cutter. In hand was my ipod as a light source, (it was surprisingly bright) and a fierce determination to prevail against the unseen evil.
I made my way down the long walkway, finally reaching the gate. The noise was loud now, and more frequent. My senses screamed to turn and walk back, but I ignored reason and continued.
I took a deep breath. I was inches away from it now, just on the other side of the gate.
Loud as ever...Bring it on.
I threw open the large gate and stood fierce and strong in the gateway, waiting for death to descend upon me, thrusting us into an epic battle of good and evil. My ipod shining bright in my hand as a ward against evil, I confronted the wicked and foul hatred that I was sure was ready to devour me.
There in the light of my ipod, stood the source.
Soda, the Panduros cat.
He was facing another cat, and he refused to allow it to get any closer. Upon seeing me, the other cat took off. Soda was protecting what he knew to be his home. Good job, buddy.
It made my day. :]