Today was a day of prayer at the church for Ubuzima, starting at nine am. During the praise and worship Mama D gave me a song book, and I totally rocked it. I normally just pray in tongues except for the odd word or two that I understand, but today I was able to sing all the words. Well, the ones I could pronounce anyway. And during the preach, Jean Claude was translating for me into French, but he didn't know one of the key words. But I did. Imbabazi. It's misericorde. Or for the Anglophiles among you, mercy. And I need it the amount of pride I’m feeling right now.
I left at twelve to write my reports for uni. I pretty much finished three of them, but they need polishing somewhat.
I left at twelve to write my reports for uni. I pretty much finished three of them, but they need polishing somewhat.
In the evening I went with Dora for dinner at the Milles Collines. We sat outside by the pool listening to live music as we munched on yummy food. Mm, brochettes. The piri piri here is caution, eat at own risk, burns through flesh and steel, industrial strength hot. After a hefty application of vaseline all over my lower face and hands, we continued to enjoy the evening. Especially the band's rendition of 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight'. Although the other guests probably didn't enjoy me joining in at the top of my voice.
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