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In fact, because of the special event that was taking place, a generator had
been fired up, and loud, spirited music was blasting the neighborhood. This is
the custom in Africa: let everyone know that something good is happening!
A few groups of orphans were dancing – as only Africans can dance: body
and soul! There was a bit of line dancing, with individual creativity. It was a
real treat to watch.
Eventually the orphans were called into the church. (The church is a
roofed structure with half-height walls, dirt floor and wooden benches.) There
were a few adults at this point, but not many. Samson Abuga, the pastor, began
to engage the children. I didn’t understand what he was saying, but it was clear
that he was having some fun with them.
At one point he was addressing individuals, getting some to say something
to the group. There was laughter and merriment, perhaps some pleasant
teasing going on. As it turns out, he was entertaining the children until more
adults arrived, and the service could begin.
When all was ready, the service began. I gave a brief sermon, translated
by Mr. Abuga. I spoke about the Lord challenging His disciples to feed the
multitude, and how they were able to do so by identifying the few things that
they could lay their hands on, and trusting in Him to multiply them to meet
the need. (John 6)
The four graduates were called up to receive their certificates. I presented
these with due pomp and ceremony, including handshakes from myself and
Mr. Abuga. (Photos were taken at this point, which would not have been my
choice, but that seemed to be the order of the day.)
When graduates were seated, a valedictory was given by head-student
George Magero, who already serves as pastor of the Kiagware congregation
as a candidate. Mr. Abuga responded to the valedictory with great passion.
With a closing, the service was finished. (The valedictory and the response
have been turned into English prose for this publication, capturing a bit of the
spirit, perhaps, but undoubtedly not all of the content of the original speeches.)
But the day was not over. A feast was in the making. While it was receiving
finishing touches, cases of soda were brought into the hall – Cola and Orange –
a special treat! (I was delighted to see that every orphan received a bottle, and
not just the adults, as often happens here.)
Within an hour following the feast I found Mr. Abuga and his graduates
in his office, planning the future with renewed zeal. But enough talking! At my
request, the gathering was mobilized for an outing. We traveled to the top of
Sameta Hill, which rises just a mile or so to the east of Etora. Most of the group
walked; a very crowded van-load drove, arriving about the same time.
Sameta Hill is about 1,794 meters (5,886 feet) above sea level. It’s only 130
meters or so higher than Etora, nevertheless it has a spectacular 360-degree
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