Karson is painting a cutting board for Hadlee's new kitchen.
Kari and I walked to the neighbor's house to see if they had a room to rent for Isaac. Guns are truly no big deal here. We found out that a white man lives at this house. He has so much security because he is working on a project for the US goverment. Side note - the night watchman we have does not have a gun. He has a bow and arrow.
The kids are wanting a goat. They are saving their money. A goat costs the equivalent of $8. This is in front of the neighbor's house.
Wednesday is family night at the Seger casa so Megan, Isaac, and I continued our search for the perfect milkshake. We were finally successful. The Keep had thick milkshakes you could eat with a spoon. They also had a great philly cheesesteak sandwich, meatball sub, and fish fillet. I will take Ras here to get a milkshake in July. Isaac is enjoying his first "real" shake - peanut butter flavor.
Bats kepts circling overhead. Isaac and the restaurant employees thought it was unusual that Megan and I were intrigued, somewhat alarmed by the bats and taking pics. These bats were hanging upside down above us after flying by.
On the way home we heard the most unusual, crazed amplified screaming. I asked Isaac what the noise was. He said that was what African churches sound like. I said - We HAVE to go. Isaac, Megan, and I successfully followed the screaming to this church. We stood from the spot this photo was taken until a woman spotted us, welcomed us, and asked us to find a seat. We sat in the back. A man from the front walked to us and invited us to sit in the very front. Isaac kindly declined. When I found out what the man offered - I led the way to the front. I wanted a front row view. One preacher yelled Lugandan while another screamed the translation.
The main preacher was visiting from Nigeria.
People came up to the front and were it HIT/shoved in the face while he hissed, spit, said things like "in the name of Jesus, Oh my sister, you are healed, don't worry, rest, etc. Woman wailed. At other times the preacher ran around the congregation and randomly assaulted congregation members. Many fell to the ground by the sheer force of the blow. Some fell with theatrical moans and stayed laying on the ground shaking just a bit. I realize church services like this are not unique to Africa, but it was quite the experience. Isaac kept asking us if we wanted to go. No way! We stayed until the end. Isaac wanted us to know that this is not what his church is like. He promised to take us to his.
Megan took video. Unfortunately, I have not been successful in uploading video to my blog.
The Nigerian preacher promised a happy afterlife for those willing to give large sums of money they seemingly did not have. After the offering was collected, he was no where to be seen and the regular pastor ended the service. The preacher recognized us before dismissing the congregation. We were the only muzungus there so it was quite obvious we were visitors. The congregation could not have been nicer. They asked us to return many times.
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