Masaka

We've been in Masaka this week.  The second largest city in Uganda, and the pretty much Muslim central.   That means we get some dirty looks driving down in our bus that says Jesus Loves You all over it.  But the kids still wave and smile.  Most days we go out to a school to preach the gospel and play with the kids.  We have been able to do some basic wound care, there are some nasty owies here.  It's kinda funny, but also sad to see what kinds of things they put on their wounds.  We found a girl with a nasty infected wound on her foot, and it was covered in what looked like bird poop.  We asked her and found out it was toothpaste.  ???  Today we treated a large nasty smelly infected wound on a girl's let that she got from the exhaust pipe of a motorcyle (taxi)  It's sad that we can't do a whole lot more, there is so much need, but we don't have the supplies or the ability to help them.  We're praying for all we can too.  I sat with two boys today that had malaria. 

We have so much fun when the school sends out their choir to greet us.  They all have a bunch of songs to welcome visitors, and also to say goodbye.  We've been treated like royalty  -  Being a mzungu here is like being a celebrity.  Everywhere we go, people run after us and wave, they gather around cheering and just wanting to touch us.  It's amusing, kinda fun, but at the same time, very strange.  Once they get close to us, we become a petting zoo.  They want to touch our skin, play with my fingernails, touch the hair, everything that is different about us is fascinating.  It's just a lot of fun to see their wonder and amusement at us mzungus.  We are so alien to them.  :)