Monday, September 9, 2013
It was a good morning. There was still no electricity or running water, but the night was cool and I finally figured out how to combat all the mosquitoes. Just keep the windows open. Sounds counter-intuitive, but they fly in and out that way and not stay for a meal.
It’s a five-minute walk thru the mud to Isaac’s home. When I arrive I see Bukenya (Uncle Benon) teaching Kung Fu to a small group of children. Classes are normally on the weekends but school is out so he’s making himself available every morning this week.
It’s 8am and Isaac is working at the computer, having morning ginger tea. I check my email and almost jump out of my chair. Somehow I managed to get Isaac an expedited appointment at the US Embassy for his travel Visa. It’s for tomorrow morning.
"Do you hear the AK?"
I looked at the fight scene he is editing. “No.”
Isaac laughs. “No, outside. But of course you don’t. USA is M-16. Here we are AK. You hear it? Pop pop pop pop. It sounds like popcorn.”
I gather my papers. “Well, I need to go to Kampala to print out your new appointment confirmation.”
"No, you cannot go to town today. There are demonstrations (protests). It can be very violent."
I go anyway. It wasn’t until late that evening, alone, that I realized all we’re going thru to make this happen. I just pray Isaac passes the interview so he can come to the US.
- Alan Ssali