*Hands over a small package*
Go on, open it!
Ha! Gotcha, its nothing. Instead, I'll tell you about my weekly schedule in blog form. Are you not just SO excited?? HM?
Ok, first off. What should I start with? Sunday? Nah, thats no good. Lets do the dreaded Monday. *lightning strike* MUWAHAHAHAHA...ok.
Tuesdays usher in the start of my week, officially. Tuesday is the new Monday. It'll be a thing, just watch. Most Tuesdays, I start service at 7am, and work until 12pm-2pm. That gives me a good solid 5-7 hours. Then I can come home and still study and do other stuff! (Like sleep and eat, Garfield) Hey, Garfield is awesome. Don't diss the fat cat.
Usually I do street work from 7am to the meeting for service. Then I do a mix of studies or field, depending on the territory/situation/ etc. Tuesdays are nothing spectacular, but watevs. Its ok. :] Usually Tuesday nights are getting together with some of the need greaters, particularly the Panduros. Food, festivities, sometimes movies. Awesome, right?
Random dance session. Go! *dances* Oh, please...stop!
|In the shops|
"Sure!" I replied! That happens a lot! And I doubt it is because I am so devastatingly handsome. Then, however, she asked me to buy her a computer...I said no. She asked: "What if we become friends first?"
"OH OK! What a wonderful----no."
(Wait...think about this. Handsome=hand some?) They actually WANT to hear about the bible. Yeah, wrap your American heads around that one. Crazy, right?
Then, Wednesday nights are similar to Tuesday nights. Sometimes I go to bed early! OOh, I got shivers from excitement!
(Side story, I met a Muslim who asked me to buy him a ticket to America. I said no.)
"HELLO. Do you remember me?"
"Of COURSE I remember you!" I didn't.
"Do you remember what you said you would give me?"
"Yeah, I was waiting all week to give it to you!" No I didn't.
"Do you remember my name?"
"Tch...there are so many faces, I forgot your name! Sorry!" I wasn't. I don't know if I ever even knew his name. *shrug*
|Muwahaha, no caption!|
After service on Fridays we usually catch up for our meetings or studies, and then hang out again with the Panduros. There is a very social feel to Fort Portal need greaters. *shrug*
Moving on to Saturday! You're boring, Friday!
(How dare you! *sob*)
Saturdays we go in service at 10am, instead of 9:30am. Its kind of nice. (slacker..) Sometimes we help clean the hall. (Why not all the time?) Cus we don't sometimes, thats why! (Lame reason) When we DO clean, its with these stick things tied together to form a broom, but its a hand broom. As in...no stick part. So the sisters bend down and sweep the whole floor. I even saw one sister sweeping the grass...Not sure what good that does. (what? don't you clean your grass?) *shrug* Maybe its a Ugandan thing?
Anyway, then we go and wash the benches with water. Just water...That is against everything I've ever been taught in Bethel service to clean with just water, but watevs. I suppose its my job just to do what the locals do. :] So thats what I do. (Yeah, so be quiet and do your job) So, does that mean I get paid? (...no) Anyway.
The Service Meeting is on Saturdays at 3:00pm. So I usually go out until the meeting. Then we meet with the brothers and talk a little bit before its starts. The seats in the hall are (as mentioned) benches with out backs. It keeps you awake, thats for sure. My back hurt for 3 weeks when I first got here from all the standing and sitting with no backs! (Quick! Call the ambulance, we have a lazy bum!) No seriously, its so hard to concentrate when your back hurts so bad. That, and when you cannot understand the accent of the brothers giving the talks. Its true...most Saturdays I just sit in the hall pretending that I can understand them. Scares the junk out of me when people clap on announcements, seeings how I never see it coming.
Things in the meetings here are not NEAR as...efficient as it is back home. Sometimes the power goes out. When power is out, there is no sound. So that means there is no music. That means that everyone has to sing without the music. THAT means that the brother on stage has to start singing, and wait for the congregation to join in. I must say, he has a beautiful voice.
One time the power went out, so the mic cut out for the brother on stage. So, as wonderful of an idea as it was, the stage brother ran up to get the mic out of the way. Or, so I thought. He ran up, and took the mic stand and made it point STRAIGHT up. So now instead of a nonworking micstand on stage, there was a micstand pointing at the ceiling, right in front of the speaker. Of course, I start busting a gut, trying however to conceal it. The need greaters all start laughing as well, but the Ugandan brothers never seem to notice! So Johnathan Gubser runs up and takes it down, and the Ugandan brothers look confused. Its just a mindset that is so different here...The meetings are...interesting most times. In fact, there are only two mics, so the speaker gets one, and then the roving mic and the stage guy have to share one. For Watchtower (coming up on the Sunday section of this post) the reader has to give the mic to the rover and vice/versa. Its frustrating sometimes, but I have to learn to chill out over the little things like that. Its just a different world over here, so what we see and normal and standard is many times unknown over here. *shrug* I'm going to be even more lazy when I get back home! Woo!
|Translating the talk|
So then the Watchtower comes up, and people vary answers in Rutoro (remember, that's a local language) and English. Then after the meeting, a lot of people have studies. Soooooo they take the benches and carry them outside to have a study in the shade where it is quiet. Its peaceful, serene, and slow paced. I've been bored a lot here, actually. Everyone is paced so SLOWLY it almost hurts to slow down to them.
For instance, back home the greeting process lasts about 10 seconds.
"Hello, my name is [insert name here].
"[insert other name here]
"Nice to meet you!"
That's about it. However, its different here. We meander around wandering on their grass, until we finally find our way to their front door. The whole time they're standing there looking at us. For some reason, the local brothers never seem to say anything until they are RIGHT up on the householder. I hate it, its so awkward! Then the greeting process is so SLOW.
"COME ON HURRY UP!" (Me)
Its a training process...*clears thoat*
Ok, ladies and gents. That is about it for today. That is what my week is mostly like, everynow and then inturrupted by a vacation day to safari or rest, so on and so forth! Questions? No? Good, now go home. Go make me some food, cus I'm HUNGRY.