Bénédictions

The 2 most common questions I have had so far from yall are: What kind of animals do you see? and what kind of food are you eating?
So the equivalent to squirrels would be goats and the equivalent to grackles(black birds) would be chickens. Goats and Chickens are every where even in the city. My first morning when I woke up here in Africa I woke up to a rooster that was a little confused of what time it was 5:06 am. So I got up thinking that the sun would come up because for some reason I thought roosters do their wake-up-call right before the sun comes up, well I was wrong. They Cock-a-doodle-do whenever they please.They are lots of birds here big birds like pelican looking storks that go through trash as do the chickens and goats as well. Come to think of it everything here goes through the trash here. There are more stray dogs than there are ones with homes most of them are Heinz 57 mutts but. The Micklers found some one who had lab puppies and got two labs Blacky and Brownie go figure who named them. Oh and I did see some baboons on the side of the road eating some road kill on my way to Kenya. But from what I hear you don't want to stop and get a picture of them they got a pare of teeth on them.
As fare as African food here there is a tortilla like bread that they call chapities it is a little bit more doughy but good and if you put eggs in it it is called a "rolex" like a breakfast taco. Matoke is boiled bananas mashed like potato's, muzungus don't really like Matoke. Beans and rice are of plenty. There is allot of Indian food hear there is lots of Indians here. But I am spoiled here I have been getting home maid American food from Downie who is an amazing cook (sorry mom) but I have never had so much home maid food my gosh it is great I didn't even know some of the food I have had could be home maid.
HenryT

I can not make entrys as regualry as yall would like. I just got done doing an e-mail to a friend that took like 2 hours and I am sorry to say that I only have 7 minutes remaining on my time here at this internet cafe. My wireless card broke the ohter day so I could not get on and so I went to a Cafe and the right when I I got on frustrated that my card was broken the electricty went out and couldn't get my ,oney back so i am here now barely getting this in with only 4 minutes left. I will try to be better at wrting but anything can happen here so bare with me and Africa I really got to go

Ok so I don't like how I have to write my Blog entrys in Gmail then email them to my other address because Gmail won't let me cut and paste nor Micrsoft Word. To the point where I am losing motivation to even go through the process. And the fact that my computer has 8 minutes left on battery life is also why you will not recive a nice blog entry of mine
So forgive my spelling on this entry and I will prepare myself next time when I go to do Internet maby write my entry before I come

So the week before I got to stay in this house they were explaining to me that Margret will do the dishes and the wash. I tried to insist that I could do both but they said no. So I offered to mow the lawn till they got back and they said no, that Godfried would be taking care of that, he was mowing the lawn at the time so when I sat down on the front porch with Harley (14yr) I was like "You should be mowing the grass not him" and he said "well back at home I do but this is the way I see it here. We are providing a job for these people that are earning next to nothing to work so I not only would I be taking their jobs I would also take the chance to talk to someone abot why I am here if I did these normal choirs that you and I would do" So labor is real cheep here. To get a car wash here is only about 5 bucks and they do a better and more thorough job than your local place. I shaved my head the other day at an (expensive to Ugandans) Barber shop where he had the perfect fade and would stick cotton balls in my ears so I wouldn't get stray hairs in them, he would then wipe my head down with a warm wet wash cloth to get all the hair off then shave my neck with a razor then put after shave lotion on. I mean it was the best hair cut I have ever gotten and they were doing it to every one not just me. And it only cost $1.17. Of coarse no one tips here as well. In the states they don't go for if the hair looks good, they are looking at their waiting bench and quickly cutting the persons hair just to get to the next customer and then paying $10 and expecting a 2 dollar tip and that would be a cheep hair cut. So the principle for me was that back in the states when I would get my head shaved I would go buy clippers and cut my hair my self because it was cheaper. But the way I see it here is that not only do I get to support Sandy (my barber) with a job every two weeks but I also get a chance to talk to him about why I am here. Pray for Sandy who wants to go to Texas to cut Muzungu hair and would only charge $ 5 dollars. After telling him how much I would pay for a hair cut back home.
All is well from the Barber shop where Sandy likes to remind me that USA got demolished in World Cup Soccer.
HenryT

So you know how if you put out your trash and sometimes dogs get in it and just make a mess and then the garbage men won't take it. It is similar here, but what we think are dogs are carefully undoing the trash bags going through them and making a mess like dogs but sad enough, it is people that will go through wazungu(white people) trash and try to find bottles cans or even scrap food. My thing is that if they want to go through our trash that's fine, if anything take it with you or put all the stuff you didn't want back, or shoot, how bout you come and straight up ask me for food. I complained because I was the one who had to clean it up. Before then I was like "who is going to clean this up?" this is gross I mean there is poopie diaper and spoiled milk two weeks and a family of 8 worth of trash. I mean it was just just bad. And right when I took a wiff of the foul trash it hit me that even Jesus had the lowest job of cleaning others feet. So who was I to be complaining. So I got told by a poopie diaper. Praise be to God and his since humor.