The Girls

Hey Everyone!!!!

As promised here is another blog!!!!!!

Since my life has slowed down...actually, my life hasn't slowed down, it's just that the stuff I'm doing now is not very photogenic. I don't think you want to see pictures of the stacks of information that I'm going through to write job descriptions, concept papers, manuals, etc, etc...ect. So I decided to introduce you to the girls of the house. I caught the girls washing when I took the pictures.

Esther

Left to right: Christine, Joana and Naomi

Juliet

Naomi

I stay in a room at Faith's house (the Director of Bringing Hope to the Family); Faith's house is always full of people who come and go: visitors, family, missions teams; but the girls always stay. There were 5 girls here when I came and now there are 8 girls staying here. Three of the girls (Christine, Esther and Liz) are Faith's nieces. Most of the girls are here because their parents can't provide for them, and they range in age from about 6 to 15...I think. In Uganda age and birthdays are not very important.

Many times, I come into the house, and they are singing. The other day I came in and the younger ones were singing the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song in their broken English. It was AWESOME!!!!! I don't know where they learned it, but I decided to join them. So here we are in the middle of a village in Uganda singing the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air song. Absolutely hysterical!

This event led to a repeat concert the next night, but it became so much more. The girls (Christine, Esther, and Liz) decided that they were going to teach me Rutoro; a great gesture, but they speak only broken English and, as I found out later, poor Rutoro. So we enlisted Juliet to help. I now have a list of many Rutoro phrases that, I'm sorry to say, I haven't been practicing.

Juliana and Liz with Andre

Today, Liz and Juliana decided that I needed to share my room with them. So they came in and went though some of my things asking what is this? and what is that? Then they found "Andre" (my garden gnome...a spoof off of Travelocity.) Juliana said he was Father Christmas; Liz decided that he was a sculpture of my father. So, I showed them pictures of my family and what my father really looks like. Liz promptly decided that Andre was my grandfather instead. I haven't been able to convince her differently. :0)

Talk to you again soon.

Love,

Joyce