Thursday Market

Fresh tomatoes

Wednesday and Thursday (1st and 2nd December) I collected items to be posted back in England for Christmas, I had lots of space in my bags, so was happy to oblige.

Thursday was my last Market day here so I took the opportunity to go with Rose (a Ugandan girl who buys for Potter's Village) and use her as my model to get some shots. In Uganda and some other African countries it's considered rude to photograph people and some even believe you are taking part of their soul when you photograph them, which could antagonize a crowd easily. I had 2 men shout 'Mzungu no' very loudly and then I pointed at Rose who was in my shot and they said 'Ok'.

The second occasion wasn't so pleasant and happened when my camera was out of action. A lady came bolting across the road waving a stick in my face, shouting and growling, getting my attention and the attention of every bystander. It would have made a great shot but a little too risky I think. Rose was also confused and didn't seem to understand her, then I glanced down at the ladies feet...She was wearing shackles and I then found out she was mentally ill and as strong as an ox. Shackles seems to be the equivilent of us sectioning someone in the UK. Rose gave her a coin and we quickly walked off before any violence ensued, she was quite notorious for hitting out, Rose seemed to think she'd gone mad through witchcraft.

Rain, rain go away

When we'd finished we went for a bite to eat and a soda at 'Supreme' just before the heavens opened. We were stranded for about 40 mins, and I played around with the camera.

After returning to Potter's village I spent the afternoon setting up a DVD player for the children followed by a jam session with 'Festo'. He'd previously asked me if we could play the guitar together and enthusiastically brought a borrowed guitar a few days ago down to Potter's Village. He was saving to buy his own so was learning the basics. I am leaving mine here for all the Potter's staff to use, so hopefully he'll make good use of it. Aswell as a jam with him, I wanted to get him to learn the Christmas carols to continue helping the Sunday school when I'm gone, working towards their Christmas play at the chapel. I'd also signed up to play some songs to the toddlers at 5pm so I optimistically tried to tie it all together.

I met 'Festo' for the jam at 5pm at the toddlers room so they could sing and clap along, then we jammed Christmas carols so I could ask him at the end if he'd mind helping at Sunday school. Everything worked out as planned.

In the evening we went to 'Heritage' for a change and I ordered a spaghetti bolognaise. As we went round the table the waitress pleaded with Josh to have the same. He looked confused but agreed saying even if he'd gone for the carbonara it would've arrived as bolognaise. We ate our dinner and shared jokes whilst a cheesy dubbed spanish soap opera played away loudly in the background.