today, it is sunny.Well, i've made my wedding-speech debut, and I eased into the job by doing it at a wedding where I don't speak the language of every other speech-maker and speech-listener there.
My co-worker, Ruth, was married on Saturday, and in the Ugandan tradition of keeping the speeches looooong, and of showing off the white people, I was asked to make a speech, despite the fact that I've only been working with her for 2 months, and i've never seen her outside of work or met her husband. So my speech was pretty creative - she's wonderfull at work, so hard working and friendly, i'm sure these traits will help her go far in life, and to build a wonderful marriage, blah didee blah blah!!! I think i did okay, because later in the evening I was ceremoniously presented with a sort-of-stale cake that was decorated to look remarkably like a woman's hat. Despite the gloriousness of the event though, because i chose to wear a (borrowed) shiny green satin dress, there will be no photos.
A quick, funny story i wanted to relate: The white water rafting companies in Jinja all employ kayakers to go along on their rafting trips - to fish people out of the water after they've bailed out of the raft, and to take digital pictures and videos of the rafting, so that they can sell picture CDs and DVDs to the rafters at the end of the day. The kayakers put the cameras into plastic dryboxes, which they stow under their legs in the kayak, and pull out when they clamber on shore or onto mid-river rocks to do some filming. Well, a couple of weeks ago, one of the kayakers was summoned to a village council meeting at one of the villages that is towards the end of the section of river that is rafted. He was told to bring the box with him. It turned out that the whole village was upset and angry about this box they always saw him carrying around all the time, and pulling out of his boat with such regularity - this box, this magic box, that he was obviously using for witchcraft. Yep, that's right. He had to go to a village council meeting,open it up, and prove that his yellow plastic box didn't have any powers, and that it had nothing to do with voodoo.
I can't decide if that tops the story of the major league soccer match that decended into a chaos a couple of months back after the losing team decided, mid-way through the game, that the winning team was obviously using voodoo.