Walked to church with my mkuu, his wife, and 5-yearold daughter. I think the seating is mostly by gender so I sat with my mkuu’s wife for the nearly 2 hr service I didn’t really understand. It’d be shorter if the priest didn’t like to talk so much (he appears to be on a soapbox) and if all announcements weren’t read at the end of mass but the latter is in place of the paper bulletin common in the States. In addition to the language, I couldn’t figure out how people get up to get into line for collection and communion. It was similar in Kihonda and I can’t figure out any pattern to it.
After mass, I had to go to my mkuu’s house for lunch; it was ugali like yesterday but with spinach as a side rather than meat. I made the mistake of saying I like church music while there. I thought he meant the music at church…and he did, sort of. I was subjected to several songs on a Christian music video before I could leave. I continued my attempt at cleaning but made more of a mess because I went through some of the things Zach left (the PCV who was here before). However, I did have a great accomplishment today. I lit my charcoal jiko with only 1 match!! It’s hard enough getting the matches to stay lit, much less the dry sticks and grasses. I’m sure I’ll never do it again but it still feels like a hole-in-one.
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