A few years ago we helped a group of widows in Kiwangala set up a micro-finance cooperative.
Today I am heading north east into Uganda and a short break from Mission Rwanda work. Rwanda is a long way to come from the top of Europe not to pay a visit to friends next door.
Life is full of frustrations, which we try not to mention too often.
Like most schools around the world, Sure House takes a break in the morning and again in the afternoon as well as an hour for lunch.
One of the joys of living on the equator is that at night there is often perfect darkness.
There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth in East Africa this last few weeks, most of it coming from a particular corner of Kiwangala.
Village life continued this week in it's usual chaotic manner. The big excitement was Justine's new baby which, after some complications, was brought into the world safe and well.
Africa is a timeless place. Literally. Many Africans don't have watches and those that do rely on the ones that don't for their timekeeping.
News has reached the equator that the south of England is officially in drought and faces a hosepipe ban.
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.