Everything works!

Thanks to y'all who have stopped by to read my random jazz. The jazzing continues..

When I got here, I felt overwhelmed. I looked around and the city had huge buildings and proper roads. The roads are so proper that the cars don't even get dirty kubanga, hakuna murram. Hakuna!!! 

There are like ten million road signs- a sign for everything!! The roads are very well marked - the different lanes are clear with arrows and some lines that we studied in driving school which I only saw on Entebbe road, northern by pass and highways. (You know the lines which show when it is ok to overtake or not or change lanes etc). I wonder if they keep re-painting frequently or we just use fake paint at home so the stuff keeps getting off?  As for the traffic lights and cross signs! They all work and they are very many- which all work (did I already say that?). I grinned (just a little) when I remembered the chaos at the Wandegeya lights when the lights have slept and there are no police during rush hour. Talk about survival for the fittest!!! 

Well, I find it very hard to wait for the pedestrian crossing lights. I feel like telling the light: I have been crossing streets all my life without you and have been very fine. And where I come from, we even have bodabodas going in the opposite direction on one way streets, cars driving fast past someone crossing at a zebra crossing, confusion on the roads with taxis parking right in the middle of the road- and I have crossed those streets fine without you! I can even cross Jinja road during rush hour and come out of the old taxi park alive! Who do you think you are to tell an adult female like me when to cross? HUH?!!!

Anyway, I got a little overwhelmed that everything works!!! The lifts, escalators.. name it! Everything works! There are even government systems in place to cater the needy, homeless etc and the money reaches them- no one 'eats' it! I was once in a bus and the automatic doors started jamming to open so the driver had to do it manually. He made a call and in a few minutes, a service van came. We parked, a guy came in, touched a few wires and the doors were working again. The problem recurred(but the doors could still open manually) then the bus driver apologised to us and told us not to worry, another bus was on its way to continue the journey with us. We could not proceed with this faulty bus. I was thinking- are you kidding me?????!!! The doors work! 

I know it may sound silly but the reason I felt overwhelmed is because it made me wonder what I could add to this place. I felt a little useless. I felt like people had already thought of all the needs and met them- what else could I do? What could I add? Now I realise  that I actually liked being and feeling useful back home. There was so much I could add that I would get confused about how to channel my energies. So many 'projects' going on where you can help, slums, rubbish you can pick, kids to help feed etc. Where ever you look, it was not hard to see problems which needed to be addressed. It seems like it was easier to make a difference. Sometimes even just complaining about the problems felt nice because  we were speaking out for the sake of future generations!

Don't get me wrong, this place is not perfect- its just different. And sometimes it takes some time to find ones place in this world. Clearly the Lord did not bring me here to fix any roads!


The Lord will work out his plans for my life—
    for your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever.. Ps 138:8