I’m with Dennis, from Centenary Bank, and Abram, a soon to be new member from First Touch Salon.
Adams limbers up
On a recent Sunday, most of the Rotary Clubs throughout Uganda sponsored 8K Cancer Runs in their communities. Proceeds are to be used to purchase a radiation machine to treat cancer. It will be the only radiation machine in this country of 37 million people. The old one has broken down, so wealthy patients go to Kenya or South Africa . Otherwise you do without. This run required a minimum donation for a sleeveless T-shirt and then do the 8K. No way did I run 8k of course, but I had plenty of company walking.
Post-race snack, meat on a stick!
I am in a WhatsApp group for the Bugiri Club and Adams posted the following recently: “As Ugandan Rotarians struggle to raise 13.5 billion to buy a cancer machine to treat Ugandans, the Ugandan parliament has approved 64 billion tax payers money to buy cars for MPs. Its a shame……….”
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The Bugiri Corporate football team parades through town.
Posing back at home with my new Bugiri shirt. It was literally the first time I wore shorts outdoors in public.
This is a good way to attract the townsfolk to the game. I told the coach I would only play if the team was behind or ahead by three goals. Considering my skill level, no one argued.
In 1979 after finishing law school, I hitchhiked around the USA via truckers who transferred me by communicating on their CB radios . Recently, at a taxi stage, with help from Matthews, I snagged a ride with this Kenyan trucker, hauling Chinese steel from Nairobi to Kampala. Here we are crossing the Nile River.