Over the Christmas break we have been sharing accommodation with Jonathan who has come to Rwanda for a month to teach English at the Meg Foundation School in Kinamba.
One of our first tasks back in Kiwangala is to catch up with our widows who we left setting up their new businesses.
Well, we would never have thought of Kigali as a metropolis, but compared to kiwangala which has been home to us most recently, the Rwandan capital was positively busy.
Last week we had hoped to visit some of the women we are helping around Kiwangala in Uganda but events overtook us in the form of the burial of a small child (see A sad story).
It would not be wrong to call Kiwangala a one-horse town, except that the place can't boast so much as a donkey, never mind a horse.
It is almost the end of January and our children in Kigali have been back at school for three weeks.
The creation of the Ugandan Protectorate in 1894 brought together a disparate and traditionally antagonistic group of territories. The largest of these was Buganda, home to the Ganda people.
We had been warned that it was going to be a long day and after two weddings in Rwanda, experience told us that a box of sandwiches would be a good thing to take with us, except that in the heat of
Life in sunny Kiwangala at the moment is just that - sunny. And hot.
Tragedy struck the other day. I lost my shirt. For avoidance of doubt, and in case anyone thinks I have been putting our last shillings on a horse, the truth is even worse than that.