a story

So, let’s say hypothetically, you’re on a short-term missions trip to Uganda to build a couple of classrooms to support the ministry of Watoto as they change the face of the country by raising up a new generation of leaders.


Ok, you with me so far?

And let’s say you’re travelling back and forth from your guest house to the work site through the busy streets of Kampala in the bus your hosts have designated for your team.

And let’s say that this bus is full of white people (musingoos?) who stand out very readily in this hypothetical story and draw a lot of attention regardless.

Let’s say you’re a male who happens to have his ears pierced and you enjoy observing the world with the window open, of course.

Still with me?

And hypothetically you notice on a few separate occasions that there are groups of men making kissy-faces and blowing them at you.

And let’s say that you later find out that it’s because it’s a well-known ‘fact’ in Uganda that any male with pierced ears is obviously and opening homosexual and the common way to communicate back to said males is to make kissy-faces and blow them at them.

…yeah – just a story I thought you’d enjoy.