When my mom watches a scary movie, she HAS to know who lives and whether it’s a happy outcome. Otherwise, she’ll be in such agony that she refuses to keep watching.
So before I start today’s story, I will tell you: All is well and safe in Uganda. Nothing huge happened today. They story will seem scary at first, and then, you will breathe a sigh of relief!
We were supposed to have our visa interview today, but it was cancelled last minute. The Embassy closed for local elections. (Yes, more elections. Presidential is over, these were local.) We (and the sweet family we live with here,) were pretty bummed to not have visa appointments today. So we called a third family we know here, packed up our bathing suits and intertubes, and washed away the blues with a plush day at the resort.
|Brad and Amelia in the front yard with the sweet
family we’re living with here.
There we were, eating lunch by the pool, playing with our babies, letting our sopping swim suits dry in the heat of the all-too-close-because-we’re-on-the-equator sun, relaxed as could be… when panic hit. An American dad was playing with his wife and kids by the pool when a large black walkie talkie began screeching. The man picked it up, listened with wide eyes, put it back down with force, and began dressing feverishly. His wife gave him inquisitive eyes. “It’s all gone to sh*t,” he cursed. “They’re rioting in the streets. We have to go NOW.”
All of our jaws dropped open. Visions of Egypt and Libya filled my mind. “What is going on?” I yelled to the man.
In a rush, he yelled back, “The ballot boxes arrived to the polling stations half full with pre-marked ballots. The elections are a fraud. People have started rioting. They’re going to close the streets.”
It only took a matter of minutes to find out the truth about the situation.
Yes, the ballot boxes were fraudulently padded. Yes, some people had begun to riot. Yes, at least one street was closed.
The elections were quickly cancelled, to be rescheduled for another date. The riots, (which turned out to be far away from us,) were immediately squelched. The road closings were part of the reason for that.
As for the man with a walkie talky, he works at the US Embassy. He only panicked because the road that was closed was the road he had to use to get home and to work. He left in a rush because he wanted to get home before the roads shut… meaning that he had no hesitation about driving his wife and kids through the heart of these so-called riots.
In the end, the most interesting part of our day was my sunburn. And Brad’s. And those of the families with us. Wow. The sun really is closer here. Ouch!
Please pray for our visa appointments tomorrow! Caroline is on a 5 day countdown to seeing us — we really don’t want to disappoint her. Please also pray for the family we’ve been living with here. Their airline said they can’t fit on a flight until next week!!! Like us, they have children waiting at home. We want God’s will first, but if it can be that we’re home soon, we will be so thrilled!