Obviously I have yet to finish posting about Uganda. I promise I’m going to do it. But unfortunately, I’ve been overwhelmed with getting ready for Phi Lamb rush and moving in. Once the craziness of the beginning of the semester is over I will have more time and the blogging will resume. Sorry.


Before the sun even rose on July 10, we left Kisoro. Back on that same bumpy road toward Kabale, we decided to stop on the side of the road for a few minutes to take in the freezing mountain air and stunning sunrise.

It’s not often that I take the time to watch the sun rise. Obviously, I’m rarely awake that early. And if I am, it’s probably for a reason that doesn’t allow me to leisurely watch the sun come up. So this moment was a rare one, and it was made even more enjoyable by the fact that all I could see for miles were the majestic mountains of Uganda. It was one of the simplest, most breathtaking moments in my life.

The only acceptable way to move forward from that seemed to be to sing to Jesus the entire way back to Kabale. It was Sunday morning, after all. 

When we got back to Kabale, we threw our stuff in a room at our hostel and ate breakfast at a place called Miami Restaurant. Unfortunately, it kind of sucked so we ended up back at our favorite bakery, Hot Loaf.

Then we headed toward the Uganda-Rwanda border, which was about a 30-minute drive. 

Upon arrival, we parked the van at the border. It costs a fortune to take vehicles across the border, and Julius would have trouble driving there because they drive on the same side of the road as Americans in Rwanda.

Going through customs was pretty painless. The only overwhelming thing was the surplus of money changers in “No Man’s Land” - the land between the Ugandan border and the Rwandan border. If you think about it, it was kind of cool to be in No Man’s Land actually. It was like I wasn’t really anywhere for a few minutes. I was in a place that didn’t actually exist.

Anyways, so after we finally made it into Rwanda we had to catch a normal taxi to the capital of Rwanda, Kigali. What I mean by a normal taxi is one that had to wait for other people to fill it up before it left the border. In our taxi, we befriended a young girl who had grown up in Rwanda. She helped us get into the city center when we got to Kigali because it was hard for any of us to communicate there. Unlike Uganda where English is an official language, they speak French in Rwanda. Not so conducive to communication.

Despite the language barrier, we still made it to the Nakumatt market where we had a delicious buffet lunch and I bought an AMAZING iced vanilla latte. Iced coffee is pretty rare in Africa if you can imagine, so it was really a treat.

After the Nakumatt we took motos (boda bodas) to the Hotel Des Mille Collines, which is the movie featured in the movie, “Hotel Rwanda.” It was seriously surreal to be there. I don’t really have words to say other than that.

After walking around the hotel, we took motos to the memorial of the Rwandan genocide but unfortunately we arrived 20 minutes after it closed. It was unfortunate, but I was almost relieved because I knew I would have been really emotional. 

We waited at the memorial for a taxi to come take us to where Tyler’s friends lived. Two of his friends from college, Caleb and Ellie, had recently moved to Kigali, where they were staying with a doctor and his wife, Cal and Mimi. Cal and Mimi were mentoring Caleb and Ellie. 

We pulled up to an absolutely gorgeous home that easily could have been in America. And when we walked in we were just so welcomed by them. I immediately felt at home. Mimi offered us a delicious dinner of crepes, and it was really entertaining to watch the Ugandans’ reactions to crepes. Which is funny, because the concept is very similar to their chipati. After dinner, we basically put on a show for Cal, Mimi, Caleb and Ellie. Robert danced for them, and the team practically FORCED me to rap “Look At Me Now.” But honestly, I’m secretly glad that they did. After our talent show, the two couples gave us advice about love and marriage. I think we all walked away very touched by their love and enlightened by their words.

I don’t think anyone could believe how quickly our day in Rwanda passed, and we reluctantly said goodbye to our new friends.

But little did we know, we still had quite awhile until we would make it back to Uganda. Taxis picked us up from Mimi and Cal’s home and took us back to the taxi park where we had to catch a taxi back to the border. That’s where the trouble began. Apparently taxis weren’t running that late on a Sunday night, so we basically had to haggle and argue with taxi drivers to take us back to the border. Finally we convinced two drivers to take us in their cars back to the border, so we split up the team and half of us went in one car and half of us went in the other car. 

It was kind of scary to be the only two cars on the road back to the border at 10p, but after what seemed like hours, we finally made it back to the border. 

Thankful that we didn’t have any trouble actually crossing the border, we were relieved to find Julius waiting for us in the van. 

I must admit, I was glad to be back in Uganda. But I’m also glad I got to spend my last day as a 20-year-old in Rwanda.


Of all of the tortuous, winding, bumpy roads we encountered in Africa, the dirt road from Kabale to Kisoro was the most memorable. Let’s just say if it was a competition for scariest road in Uganda, that road would easily win first place.

To help the situation, we had actually woke up early that morning. So by the time we hit the rough patches of road the sun was only just beginning to rise and we were surrounded by fog. Thankfully, Julius is one of the most skilled drivers I’ve ever known, and he whipped through those winding mountain roads without any problems. With Julius at the helm, we knew we had nothing to worry about. I allowed the bumpy road to put me back to sleep and the next thing I knew, we were searching for accommodations in Kisoro.

We found a place to stay, and then headed to a place we had passed on the way called “Coffee Pot Cafe.” It had appealed more to Tyler and me than our Ugandan team mates. We quickly discovered that it was because it was owned by a German lady who had married a Ugandan and that it catered to a lot of “wazungu” (white people). We ate there, and I got to eat French toast and drink filtered coffee! It was pretty exciting.

After breakfast, we went to our first CDC of the day. Apparently as we pulled up, someone caught a glimpse of me and Tyler in the taxi because suddenly hundreds of kids came running! “MZUNGU MZUNGU MZUNGU,” they cried. While one of the team members got a survey, the rest of us hopped out of the van to play with the kids.

It was honestly a little overwhelming because there were so many of them, and they all just wanted to hug and touch me and Tyler. They were flipping out every time they touched me. I felt a little awkward about it. Then Tyler started taking pictures of them and the simply went nuts. And then, we chased them. They went insane. They couldn’t stop laughing. They thought it was hilarious. But at one point, I almost thought they were going to attack me when I wasn’t next to the van.

As soon as our team mate returned with the survey, we knew we needed to get out of there. The kids chased us all the way out.

Then we headed to the next CDC, a Compassion International project. On the way there, we passed some of the most heart-wrenching sights. I didn’t even have the heart to take pictures of the poverty we saw, including huts that were clearly made of any materials that could be find. It literally hurt my heart to think that people lived there and that it was all they knew. And then I realized that they most likely felt fortunate, and that many people didn’t even have a hut. 

Already broken by those sights, we arrived at the CDC. The children at this location were a lot younger than the place we had just been. A little shaken up from the last place and the things I had just seen, I stayed in the van and just opened my window to smile at the children. Some approached me and allowed me to take pictures of them. More and more gathered, and soon I had about a dozen adorable children at my window. I held their hands and told them “Jesus loved them.” Upon hearing the name of Jesus, they began singing a song about Jesus. It was one of the most beautiful sounds my ears have ever heard. 

And then I saw her. This little girl was seemingly no different than any other little girl I had encountered in Uganda. But for some reason this girl caught my eye and stole my heart. There is no explanation for it other than the Holy Spirit putting her on my heart. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to sponsor her or what God’s point was, but I hope to look into tracking her down somehow. But I know that what I felt for her was confirmed when she was the only child that followed our van all the way down the hill.

After that CDC, the team decided that we should split up. Some people should go do surveys and a couple people should take some time to input surveys. Tyler and I decided that our talents would be best utilized by inputing surveys, so we went back to the Coffee Pot Cafe and updated the database for several hours. 

That evening we met up with the team, and we went for a late dinner. After food, we were all ready to pass out so we went to bed pretty early.

Like any normal Saturday, we woke up late. Well all of us except Tyler who had gone to hike a mountain. This mountain was pretty cool though because at the very top is where Uganda, Rwanda and Congo all meet. So Tyler got to be in 3 places at once. I totally would have gone if some of the other team members had done it too. But Tyler likes to hike alone apparently, and from what he told us, I probably would have died. 

So instead, I spent the day chilling with my Ugandans. By about 1p, we finally made it out of our beds on the road to lunch. Except we went the wrong way and had to turn around.

This is where the trouble started. Somehow someone told Julius that the best way to turn around was to drive all the way down an air strip of the tiny Kisoro airport and then turn around. Well of course, the Ugandan police did not like that and so we got stopped. The actually put barriers down on the road so we couldn’t pass and then they made us drive up and get out of the car. Daniel and Julius had to go before judges and explain what we were doing, and the rest of us just sat there praying that they would let us go. It also looked especially suspicious for them to have one little white girl with them. They thought I was being kidnapped. But finally after 20 minutes, they let us go because we assured them that we were not there with malicious intent and that the whole thing was just a mistake because we weren’t from there. It was really scary though. I thought they were going to put us in Ugandan jail. For real. 

Eventually, we made it to lunch. And we ended up just chilling at the restaurant until that evening when Tyler got back from his hike. We just ate, input surveys and did surveys via phone.

After that, we went to a sauna for free at a hotel where Macha’s uncle worked. And we got dinner for free too. Score! They had real ketchup too. Like Heinz. It was eventful.

And then after dinner, we had our hotel set up their sound system and we had the most epic karaoke/talent show/dance party that Kisoro probably has ever seen. Amanda and I did a duet to “Rolling In The Deep.” I taught them “The Wop” by J Dash. We danced to our jam, “Nwa Baby” and got down to “Get Down” by Madtraxx. Tyler and Dru sang Aladdin’s “A Whole New World.”

It was so legit, and definitely made another memorable night in Uganda.


So after Mbarara, we headed to our next district - Kabale. 

Of course, because we were on Africa time, we took some time to stop along side of the road and take a photo shoot. (See Facebook for pictures.)

After a few hours, we arrived in Kabale. It’s kind of a bigger more touristy town. You can tell because I actually saw some “wazungu” (the plural for white people) there. Also Robert and Daniel went to a Christian college there, so they were very familiar with the area. 

The first thing we did was check into our hostel. Then we headed straight across the street for food at a pretty nice restaurant. I ate spaghetti. In Africa! It wasn’t quite the same, but it was still pretty good.

Getting food in Africa always seemed to take a longer time than anyone would have wanted it to. So by the time we finished eating, it was evening and most of our prospective survey locations were closing up for the day.

So we decided to call it a “travel day” and decided that team bonding would be our goal for the day. Therefore, we had Julius take us to a random field and Tyler taught us all how to play Ultimate Frisbee. After only a few minutes, we attracted an audience of some children and a few adults. What was this crazy game that these white people were making these Ugandans play? After playing Frisbee games for awhile, we decided to make a spectacle of ourselves by dancing and singing. We started singing our trip jam, “Nwa Baby (Ashawo Remix)” by Flavour, which soon led into creating our own music by everyone making sounds. We even had Julius turn the headlights of the van off and on like a strobe light. Epic.

But the fun didn’t end there. Daniel insisted that we go to a sauna nearby because we were already sweaty from Frisbee. So we did. It was my first real sauna experience. My friend Julia and I tried it once, but I’m pretty sure we did it wrong. I honestly felt a little awkward about it at first, but eventually I got more comfortable. I wasn’t crazy about the sauna, but the place had a nice steam room. We were pretty much the only people there, so we obviously started singing everything from Adele to Backstreet Boys to Hillsong. It made me forget that I was only wearing a sheet and completely soaked in sweat. 

When we all felt pretty drained of every fluid, we left the sauna and went to a restaurant right next to our hostel. By then it was about 10p, the standard dinner time for our team. The restaurant had an open upstairs area with couches so we went up there. The cool air felt so nice. And my African tea and giant vegetable samosa (a common Ugandan dish similar to a hot pocket) were absolute perfection. It was just one of those moments where you feel like life is awesome. Good food. Good company. Nice setting. 

Obviously it was the ultimate time for devotions. Tyler gave a really great devotion on John 6 and Psalm 20 and then we spent some time in prayer.

It was just a great night. Nothing super extraordinary, but still one of the most memorable times in Uganda. So far Kabale was AWESOME.

Drained from the sauna, morning came way too soon. But some African doughnuts from the Hot Loaf Bakery made things better. We were ready to conduct some surveys!

But little did we know what God had in store for us that day…

The first stop was the church Daniel and Robert had attended while they lived in Kabale. It was attached to a CDC, so I got to begin my morning by playing with some precious children. Their hugs and the squeeze of their little hands definitely got me ready for the day more than any cup of coffee or doughnut ever could.

Apparently while we were at the church, they informed us that pretty much every pastor in the area was at a crusade that was going on just down the street. So obviously we went and prayed that God would make a way for us to get surveys there.

After being there for a few minutes, Daniel decided that me and him should go to a nearby Compassion Project while the rest of the time tried to figure out what to do at the crusade. We were actually able to get one from the project and also one from the church that it was attached to. Apparently the pastor wasn’t at the crusade with everyone else.

Right as we were finishing up, we got a phone call from the rest of the team. The told us that they had made an announcement about our project from the stage and the response was greater than we even had surveys for. Daniel and I rushed back to the crusade and handed over the surveys we had with us. 

By the time we got there, the rest of the team had already distributed surveys to what seemed like hundreds of pastors. And somehow we were able to get a bunch of the pastors to line up so that Robert could write dowItn contact info in the back of my journal because we didn’t have enough surveys. We ended up collecting more than 70 surveys and getting contacts of about 45 additional ministries.

It took about 3 hours to collect all of the surveys. So what did we do in the mean time? Well, most of my Ugandan teammates helped the pastors who weren’t fluent in English by translating and explaining the survey. I played with children and got to pray for several ladies. I liked it that way. 

It was great to just do raw, unstructured ministry. No one told me to pray for people or dance around with a little girl named Precious. But I loved these people, and I wanted to show them.

After collecting the surveys, we picked up my luggage which had finally caught up to me! It was pretty exciting.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty relaxed. Dru, Amanda, Macha, Timothy and me walked around the city while the other guys played pool. I found a Gator t-shirt at one of the shops we stopped at. THE GATOR NATION IS EVERYWHERE.

Then we spent the evening inputing surveys into the computer at the Hot Loaf bakery until dinner time. We ate at the same restaurant as the previous night, although it wasn’t as enjoyable. But we made it work. We had a dance party while we waited for our food. After eating, we headed to bed. We needed our rest because it would be a long, windy way to our next city.

All in all, our first time in Kabale was really enjoyable.

Usually I would find a better way to end this post, but I’m writing from Barnes and Noble and it’s about to close. Oh well.


Yes, it took me the entire time of our stay in this district to learn how to pronounce it correctly.

After our night in Masaka, my team and team three headed our separate ways. And my team’s first stop was the Mbarara district.

Upon arrival in our first district, we locked our stuff away at Crane Suites, our accommodations for the night, went to lunch at what quickly became our favorite restaurant on trip, Karibu, and then headed out to do surveys. 

Before splitting up to do surveys in pairs, we all went to the Scripture Union in Mbarara to have someone give us a list of places to start. We walked into what could have been a classroom building with stacks of chairs piled high, and tons of boxes in the back of the room. We were soon told that those boxes contained thousands and thousands of Books of Hope, ready for distribution all over the southwestern region of Uganda. It was definitely really cool to see those books actually in Uganda and know that they would soon be distributed to the children at the many churches and nonprofits that we were about to survey.

Then we all split up for our first official day of surveys! I was partnered with Daniel.

It amazed me how all of my Ugandan teammates just seemed to know where to go even though Mbarara was only Dru’s home district. It seemed as if they just mindlessly hoped on boda boda’s and headed out into the depths of the district to fill out as many surveys as possible. At first I felt lost. I had no idea where we were going. I just resolved to follow Daniel’s lead and trust that everything would work smoothly even though I wasn’t completely sure what was going on.

Last to leave the van, Daniel and I completed four surveys. One was at a Compassion International project location, which was exciting because I got to play with the kids there. My favorite survey we did was at University Baptist Church. They had some really well established programs for the children and youth, and it was really encouraging to hear about the impact they were making in their community. They told me that they were supported by an American church in Corpus Christi, Texas, and I could very tangibly see the difference it made in the effectiveness of their ministry. It felt like real evidence that churches supporting churches in other countries really can make a significant impact.

Around 6p, Daniel and I decided to head back into town to reunite with our team and add up our surveys. Together we collected 26 surveys in Mbarara, which exceeded our goal for the day. We had pretty much exhausted our supply of churches and NGOs in the area. 

After arriving back at our accommodations, we found the power to be out - a very frequent occurrence in Uganda. So we resolved to head back to town and soon found ourselves at a pool hall because Timothy and Robert wanted to play. Apparently pool is a very common game in Uganda. Almost every accommodation place we stayed at had a pool table, and anywhere there was a pool table someone from our team was playing. You could be sure of it.

After about an hour, we decided to head back to Crane Suites despite the power outage and head to bed.

But before bed, Amanda, my roommate for the night, and I had a really great conversation about having good friends who don’t know Jesus. It’s just so crazy to realize that believers on the other side of the world also struggle with the same emotions and thoughts about longing for our friends to be in a relationship with God. I loved that we were able to encourage each other and relate to one another about that. 

The next morning, we woke up and headed back into town for breakfast before leaving. It was at this moment that I was quickly reminded that the pace of life in Africa is drastically different than in America. I’ll talk about “Africa time” more in a later post, but let’s just say that if it was up to my American habits, we would have scarfed down breakfast and headed to the next town to get started on our surveys. Instead, we took our time at breakfast and then decided to explore in the marketplace and buy matching Ray Ban sunglasses or “shades” (as they’re called in Uganda) before leaving. 

But I must say, I’m glad we took our time. Walking through the market that was catered to Ugandans, not tourists, really allowed me to see a more raw, natural side of Ugandan city life.

Plus, we left Mbarara looking pretty fly in our matching Ray Bans. 


Local Food: Beans, posho (white stuff made of maize), g nut (purple stuff made of peanuts), matoke (yellow stuff made of a sweet plantain type of fruit), rice, irish (potatoes), greens, and beef.  

When eating traditional food in Uganda, one can expect to eat all of this stuff and mix it all together like a true Ugandan. 


So after our boda boda experience, Tyler, Charlee, Joey and I took a normal four-wheeled vehicle to Masaka, where we stayed for the night. Immediately welcomed by the entirety of teams 2 and 3, who had been eagerly anticipating our arrival because it had been holding them back for several days, we stored the minimal possessions we had with us in our rooms and headed to a late dinner. (I would soon learn that we would have late dinners very often.) I hoped into one of the vans and soon learned that I was among my teammates. I immediately loved them.

And then came the chips. And chicken. But mainly chips. Chips. Chips. Chips.

That’s code for french fries. We just ate so many. They accompany almost any meal you order. They taste good, but by the end of the trip I was doing anything to avoid fried potatoes.  

Obviously, I’m talking about through out the course of the trip. I didn’t eat excessive amounts of chips all on our first night of arrival.

But don’t get my wrong. I was very blessed to have edible food the whole time. I even enjoyed the local food when I tried it. 

But by the time my two weeks were over, I was definitely craving the variety of food available to me in America. 

Lesson: Be thankful for the options that we have in America.


Boda Boda: The Ugandan Taxi


Through this trip, I learned so much about letting go, trusting God, and relinquishing my control.

On my very first day in Uganda, I was presented with a situation where I had to let go of control and trust. After arriving in Kampala and visiting the Watato Church, we went to the market to exchange some money, eat, and buy underwear to last us until we got our luggage.

Enter: boda bodas. A boda boda is a Ugandan form of public transportation. Essentially, it’s a motor bike taxi. One person drives. One person rides. It’s basically a scooter. Boda Bodas weave in and out of traffic. But the way they drive isn’t what freaked me out about them.

In general, I’m a trusting person. But it freaked me out so much to be a little white girl hopping on the back of a bike with a strange Ugandan man who has complete control over where he takes me. Thoughts of rape, kidnap, and sex slavery quickly ran through my head, and it took everything within me to decide to trust God and get on the bike.

Things were going fine for awhile. It was kind of fun weaving in and out of traffic like that. I had told him Tyler was my brother when he asked, in hopes that he knew Tyler would come for me if he tried anything. But then Tyler’s boda went one way, and mine went another. Enter: fear.

I told him that Tyler’s boda went the other way, and he said this was a shortcut around traffic. I tried to have faith that that was the truth. I prayed. I said “God, I trust you no matter what happens, but please get me to this market safely. Fear doesn’t come from you. Your love casts out fear. I have power, love and a sound mind.” Enter: Jesus. Exit: fear.

A few minutes later, I looked up and saw Tyler and his boda right next to me. Moments later, we both pulled into the market with Charlee and Joey right behind us. I’ve never felt more relief.

What I realize now is that this was one of the situations God needed me to go through in Uganda to put me in a place where I could be made aware of my lack of control and His protection and provision. I made the decision in that moment, that I was going to trust God regardless of what happened. Even if I had never seen Tyler again or gotten lost in the middle of Kampala, my choice was to trust in God. That’s the only choice.


Before I begin writing about our daily activities and all the stuff that I learned, I thought it might be helpful to introduce you to some terms and names that will probably be used a lot. That way you know what I’m talking about.

OneHope International: The nonprofit organization based in Pompano Beach, Florida that the trip was with. Their mission is to reach every child in the world with the message of Jesus Christ. They work in every country in the world and have reached more than 75 million children with God’s Word so far. Please look up this incredible organization at www.onehope.net.

Book of Hope: This used to be the name of OneHope. Now it’s just the name of the scripture book that they produce and distribute to children. The books are targeted toward children’s age and culture to help them understand the message of Jesus Christ! 

OneHope - Uganda: To help achieve it’s mission, OneHope has an office in Uganda which is based at Watato church.

Watato Church: A mega-church in Kampala. Most of the Ugandans on my team attend this church.

Uganda Children’s Network: The project that we were doing in Uganda. Basically, we sent out three teams to go around various regions of Uganda, visiting the different districts and taking survey of the churches and NGOs that already exist there. We did this to find out what organizations are already in each area and how many children they are impacting. With this information, it is the goal of OneHope to build a network so that relationships with other organizations can be stewarded, Ugandan ministries can share information and resources, and more children can be reached. By taking survey of these organizations, OneHope can now partner with these organizations to equip them with resources like the Book of Hope and OneHope can figure out which areas of Uganda still aren’t being reached. OneHope hopes to duplicate this project in other countries.  

Kampala: The capital city of Uganda. 

CDC: Child development center.

NGO: Non-goverment organization.

Team Two: The best of the three teams. A group of two Americans and 6 Ugandans who worked extremely well together and knew how to have a good time.

Tyler: The other American on my team. He works for OneHope as Project Manager for Global Ministries. Uganda Children’s Network is his project and he was in charge. He’s a really awesome, adventerous guy. When we were in Kisoro, he climbed a mountain. He’s full of wisdom and a reflection of God’s grace. He’s also a skilled beat-boxer, drummer, photographer and he does a mean stanky leg.

Charlee: One of my travel buddies. A beautiful girl with a great heart and sense of humor. She is dating Joey.

Joey: My other travel buddy and boyfriend of Charlee. A great guy who handled every situation we were put in very well.

Andrea: My friend from UF who interned with OneHope and told me about the trip. 

Daniel: My team mate who works for OneHope - Uganda in Kampala. He was our team leader, and a very good one. He was also my survey partner. He’s hardworking, kind-hearted and very tall. Always making jokes and making me feel uncomfortable in the best possible way, he ensured that we had a good time. He has an incredible ability to always track down the nearest sauna and does sketch comedy for a hobby. He is dating Macha.

Timothy: One of my teammates more commonly known as Tim-O. He’s a sweetheart and a great conversationalist. I always loved talking to him. He also has one of the most beautiful singing voices you’ve probably ever heard. He always brings the music, and he can always make you smile. On my birthday, he gave me a keychain, which will forever remind me of the wonderful person that he is.

Robert: One of my teammates more commonly known as Rob-zo. He later became my Ugandan husband, and we are now symbollically married through the exchange of bracelets. He also studied public relations at his university, but he graduated already and now works for the Watoto church. His dance moves are epic, and somehow whatever he wears always looks fashionable even if it doesn’t match.

Amanda: One of my teammates and the team’s treasurer. She did an amazing job of handling the team’s funds and making sure we saved as much as possible. She’s the youngest, and she is my sister. We’re from the same tribe. This girl brings the party. She sings. She dances. And I always want to hug her. We had so much fun snuggling in the back of the van and singing Adele songs. Sometimes she seemed to be more of an American than I am. She was always texting, on the phone and you can rarely find her without earphones in. This girl means so much to me, and she will be my life-long friend for sure.

Drusilla: One of my teammates more often referred to as Dru. Sometimes called Dru-zilla. But don’t let that name fool you. She’s a complete sweet heart. She always, always made me laugh. She always says “seriously,” indicative of the serious side she has. She is a super hard worker, and was always inputing surveys with me. We were both the early risers, always ready for the day to begin. I taught her how to swim, and she gave me my Ugandan name - “Nabassa.” It means “God can. She can.” One day Dru will come visit me in America, we will go to Texas, and she will become a cowgirl.

Macha: One of my teammates and the girlfriend of Daniel. Macha is quite the “babe.” She often seems soft spoken and quite until she says and does one of the funnist things you’ve ever seen. She always suprised me. She always had the most airtime on her phone and seemed to always get us quite the hook-up. I love Macha because we had such an unspoken connection. We could just wrap our arms around each other, and I knew we would be thinking the same thing. Her relationship with the Lord encouraged me so much, and I hope she knows how much she inspired me.

Julius: Team two’s amazing driver.

Hopefully that helps!