Music, dancing, food, beer, and pens.

Saturday was a teacher's day conference. I was told to meet George at the school at 7:30 and we would take a taxi to another school to then board a bus to take to a seminary that has a lake and a conference. That was my information.
7:34 walk up to school. No sign of teachers, just a few students.
7:41 George appears with a smile. "Wow! You bazungu (plural mazungu) sure can keep time!
8:45 board the taxi to go to the school across town. More teachers have joined the expodition.
9:01 get to the school. Take a tour.
9:40 board the bus. The one that was leaving at 8:00.
10:00ish get to the lake and have a 2 hour mass.
Have a parade. Scrounge up enough seats for the 7 of us to sit together.
It is now 2:00. The deputy and I get a beer. I assume lunch is near. At this point in time I have has a cliff bar, and a gulp of water as I walked to the school to take my anti-malaria pill.
4:00 lunch is served. Mad rush to get in line. There will be NO shortage of food but, "please you first" will never be spoke in such a line. Sit down with a plate with 2 kinds of rice, pumpkin, matoke with gnut sauce, Irish potato, cabbage, greens, beef, and chicken. Start with my favorites: cabbage and brown rice. Slowly pick at the others, then pass my plate around. Kato has been eyeing my chicken thigh, fully aware of me not eating chicken. He dives on that.
We proceed to have more beers and some pineapple flavored waragi. People complain beer is expensive at 4000ugs. I think "16 ounce for under $2... Sounds like a deal to me!"
They have pork on a screwer that is amazing and juicy. The deputy and I got some to share with all the teachers. We all danced the evening away. We had all agreed on a 7pm departure. I was on the bus by 8, we left at 8:30. We all got stuck in the jam. We got back to the other school around 9:50 so after boarding a taxi it was about 10:30 we when we got to the long hill up to the seminary. The 5 other teachers who were in the taxi with me walked me up to the gate. It was a fun day!
Today I took a ziplock bag of pens to the school. They were all donate by schools around Omaha. Most of them were used, but still wrote. I gave Carol 6 pens cause she was asking me if I had a black one earlier today. When I took them to her she told the class they I had given them to here and they all clapped and cheered. 130 kids cheering for 6 used pens that were going to their teacher. It makes appreciate every little thing...
After school a group of kids asked a teacher if they could count there money. He went into his locked cupboard and got it out for them. 7200ugs. The kid wrapped it back up and left. I asked Fred what it was for. He said the kids of P7 were saving for a cross. They a wanted one in the classroom and had been bringing money when they could. I asked how much a cross was. 20,000ugs, or about $8. I gave Free the 20,000ugs. He was so grateful and said the whole class would clap for me in the morning. I told him I was happy to help get a cross in a classroom.