Sunday evening, in the rain, at sunset we arrived in Kafule. So it was not until Monday morning that Dad
really got to see the village. Thankfully,
although it was cloudy, the rain held off until after our walk to school and
morning assembly. Dad got to meet most of the teachers here as well as the
headmaster who introduced Dad to the students during assembly. “Sir Michael,” as the students called him, “perhaps
you have something to say,” the headmaster offered after a short introduction. Speeches are very important in Tanzania and
guests are expected to have something to say at just about every occasion. Thankfully I had remembered to prep Dad for
this and he gave a great speech.
The first week of school is spent cleaning and registering
students which meant no classes. So I got
to show Dad around the school and we were able to relax after some very long
travel days.
By the time Monday afternoon rolled around word had spread
that I had a visitor from America and our dinner schedule was booked solid for
the week. And Monday was a night at the
Mbughi’s. I don’t think that words can
really describe a night at the Mbughi’s. Especially when they are so excited to
be entertaining such a special guest. To
say Mr. Mbughi is energetic or full of life doesn’t even come close to an
appropriate description. But I think
that Dad enjoyed his evening, everything from Mr. Mbughi’s near constant
dancing, to the resounding gospel music that was playing, to the photo shoot
that Mr. Mbughi insisted on.
There is certainly no better way to be welcomed into Kafule.
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