Bicycles (next to walking) are probably the most popular method of transportation in all of Africa and you see pictures of several people sharing a ride.This was a recent get together when lots of people came to study the scriptures and have a great meal of Ugali, greens, potatoes and goat meat stew.
I wonder how they know which bicycle is theirs.
Someone sent me pictures and here are a couple more that I especially liked.
Some deep thinking~
Four children with their ta ta.
I am pretty well running out of new stuff for my blog so I have decided to just post something ever so often when things happen to write about. I appreciate all those of you who enjoy it and even check it out on a daily basis. Special thank you to my friends Al and Pat, Dan, Austin, Linda, Ann and Sharon. I even get a phone call early in the morning if I fail to get one up ((to be sure I am OK). You are welcome to go back to the older ones you haven’t seen. I started this over five years ago. Everyone should keep a journal of some kind. It makes you realize you have been living a busy life. That is good! Check back often~
I get new pictures almost every day and it makes me happy. This is one of my favorites, a picture from Soroti Uganda. These two sweet girls are actually sitting in a mud hut with no running water or electricity. They and their family were visiting a young friend who built it and lives there on his $30 monthly income.
Two of my special somebodies~
I ran this picture through Adobe Photoshop and will use for my screen saver. Good morning to my sweet ones~ ZZ, John and the lovely Miss Gavriella.
This guy is hauling a small load, not anything like the real thing in Uganda.
My family brought me this nice little guy on a bicycle when they came home from Uganda last week. I found the perfect place for him on the window ledge in the sun room. I have a lot of African things out there so this was just another thing to enjoy~ remembering Africa.
Almost immediately a cardinal saw him and has been attacking him through the window all through the day. It goes on for hours. He is loud when he hits the window, I feel like he is going to get a headache. He would like the little guy to go back to Uganda.
Today is a special day for me, it was June 17, 1961 when we were celebrating a new baby in our family. The next new baby came thirty years later when his daughter was born and we had to wait another twenty seven years for her new baby to be born. Anyway, I just wanted to wish him a Happy 56th birthday and tell him how much I love him. He is in Uganda right at the moment doing mission work and enjoying his new baby granddaughter. I hope to show pictures of that trip soon.
Here is a picture from last year when he was in Kenya bringing the Word of the Lord to the people there.